FILKSINGER

(Tune: "Man of War")

I am a filker and I've learned to sing off key,
I know how to reduce a dozen chords to two or three.
I keep a rhyming dictionary hidden up my sleeve,
And when I pick up my guitar the people start to leave...

CHORUS	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.
	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.

I know the words to every song, the chords to every tune,
I sing of girls in cryosleep and miners on the moon,
Of pagan midnight rituals and war among the stars,
And at sf conventions they use me to clear the bars...

CHORUS	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.
	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.

My old guitar has gone with me to every place I've been,
It's getting bashed and battered and the pegs are turning green.
It used to be a twelve-string but there's always one that's broke;
I used to call it Carolan till I found he was a bloke...

CHORUS	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.
	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.

In every bardic circle you will find me without fail,
With one hand on my looseleaf file, the other on my ale,
Though filkers like my singing, mundanes are filled with fear;
I've seen them run in terror from the finger in my ear...

CHORUS	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.
	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.

I filk for joy of living, I filk when I feel sad,
I filk when I'm out driving and some roadhog makes me mad,
I filk for friends and family, I filk for harmless fun,
But I'm waiting for the day when filk is played on Radio One,
Yes, I'm waiting for the day when filk is played on Radio One,
	(and Two, and Three, and Four, and Five and...)

CHORUS	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.
	I'm no musician, I'm a filksinger.

(Repeat CHORUS ad nauseam)