G C G(This parody of Michael Smith's song sprang up around the Lincoln Avenue folk club scene in Chicago in the mid-'70s. But Kazoo, there are no chords for a kazoo!!!)
All of the poor folksingers are losing their shirts,
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All of the poor club owners sleep in the dirt,
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But you know & I know there never was reason to hurt,
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For all of our lives were entwined in this b... S...here on the folk scene!