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Inglés
Inglés
Well, my name is "Fingers Murphy" but my story's seldom told
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a plectrum
I do requests, just the ones that have two chords in, and I disregard the rest
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to my trade
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in, like the Irish Club, in Luton
Where I fled in mortal fear, with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my ear
Na na nya na na na na na na nya .
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
Got no offers, just a come on from a groupie up in Neasden
I do declare, I was feeling rather randy so I had her then and there
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Na na na-ya na na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya na na na na na na na-ya
Well, I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
Cause half the stuff I'm singin' I just can't bear to hear—it's a load of cobblers
Bar after bar, to the rhythm of an out-of-tune Japanese guitar
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Well, I met this great guitarist, I asked him for advice
But the message that he gave me wasn't very nice or even civil
Stick it where? and if I did, how could I tune it with it stuck way up there?
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Publicada por 
SaintMark el 2020-09-09
SaintMark el 2020-09-09Colaboradores: 
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julietarabSubtítulos creados por 
David Ephraim el Mar, 18/03/2025 - 20:03
David Ephraim el Mar, 18/03/2025 - 20:03✕
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Writer(s): Paul Simon
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