I remember Jasper Carrott singing "The Folker" in his usual heavy Birmingham accent. His version was a little different from Fred Wedlock's original.

I am a folk singer and my story's seldom told
And I massacre folk music
With a yard of German plywood and a capo
I do requests
Just the ones that have three chords in
And I disregard the rest
And with Burt Weedon's help one day I'll be the best.

(Burt Weedon was a British guitarist who was moderately popular in the 1950s, but best known for a guitar instruction book called "Play in a day", which was the most popular book for beginning to learn guitar in the '60s.)

Seeking twenty plus expenses I went looking for a gig
But I got no offers
'Cept the come-on from a groupie down in Stepney
I do declare
I was feeling rather randy
So I had ther then and there
Lye de die lie de die lie de die

I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
'Cos half the stuff I sing
I just can't bear to hear, it's a load of cobblers
Hour after hour
I play my out-of-tune guitar
lie de die lie de die lie de die

In Sir Percy Spence I clean forgot the forty second verse
So I sang the twenty seventh
Twice as loud and in reverse and no-one noticed
I laughed for hours
'Til the tears ran down me trouse leg
I thought I'd wet me drawers
Lie de die lie de die lie de die

Now I'm gettin' it together man, it's really workin' out
I'm smokin' black old holbourn resin
And mainlinin' on draught stout and havin' hangups
I must confess
I'm havin' problems with me sex-life
Since I fell and sprained me wrist
And me other songs are twice as bad as this.

(Old Holbourn was a popular cheap, dark, cigarette rolling tobacco in Britain, and draught stout is a generic name for draught Guinness and similar drinks. A parody of musicians smoking hashish and injecting heroin when they became rich and famous)

I havn't heard this song for years, so if you read this, Jasper, please correct anything I remembered wrong.