THE FILTHY AND THE FON

(Tune: "The Preacher and the Prof")

The truth is clear, for all to hear,
All filking should be free.
The Viking creed, who runes may read,
Get drunk and sing off key.
This raucous wail will swiftly pale,
Its charms fade all too soon.
Musicians know the way to go--
Play well and sing in tune.

Well, filk was born in a Viking horn
And the roots remain the same,
Though elitist bores just use it for
A path to wealth and fame.
A perfect voice or a style that's choice
On the harp or the guitar
Might help you stand tall at the Albert Hall--
But not the Albacon bar.
So keep musicians out of filking
Yes, ban them every one.
For if they fill the bill, how will
The rest of us have fun?

It may be fun for the singing one
 To bellow out his verse,
But those who hear with a sensitive ear
Will only groan and curse.
It can't be wrong to prefer a song
Sung sweetly and well played:
To croon a rune you need a tune
Spun with high music's aid.
Musicians can be filkers too
If their art you let them ply.
But if true song is wrong, ere long--
All kinds of filk will die!

In bardic rings each person sings
Regardless of their skill,
But some folk do just one or two
And there's some who never will.
Musician's guile's what cramps their style.
They know they lack the zest.
Who holds the flame of filk's good name?
Pissed vikings--Musicians--
Pissed vikings--Musicians--
PISSED VIKINGS--MUSICIANS--

PISSED VIKINGS              
               DO IT BEST!!!
MUSICIANS