THE MAGNIFICENT FOLK SONG
(Mackay)
The folk singers rode into town to quell the punk uprising
They stuck their fingers in their ears and said 'We're harmonising.'
They ran the hippies out of town and broke their incense candles
They slapped the rappers soundly round their lugholes with their sandals
The day the folkies came to town
They cleared the local carphone warehouse which was full of ravers
And classical musicians' hemi demi semi quavers
They routed out the younger generation and their hip hop
And smashed the cars pumping out happy hardcore at the chip shop
They put a stop to country, heavy metal, grunge and techno
They wouldn't stand for house or garage or even bungalow
People singing R'N'B were publicly garotted
A barber shop quartet were taken out at dawn and shotted
(Fair enough I suppose)
You didn't stand a chance if you liked jazz or soul or reggae
And opera singers all were strangled by their own spaghetti
But what they hated most of all were electrical guitarists
They never forgave Dylan for it, what chance Jimi Hendrix?
Every synthesiser was replaced by tambourine
And anyone attempting pop was shown the guillotine
Everything they hated was eventually driven out
But then the protest singers found they'd nothing to sing about
(from the album Reckless Rants)
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