Folksingers Are Boring
(Andrew Calhoun, 1984)

Nobody comes to the coffeehouse,
Nobody comes to the coffeehouse,
Nobody comes to the coffeehouse,
Folksingers are boring

Boring, boring, boring, so boring,
Nobody comes to the coffeehouse,
Folksingers are boring

First they start some silly song,
Try to make you sing along,
Always drag it out too long:
Folksingers are boring

First they sing about a train,
Then they sing another song about a train,
Then they sing a song about a train:
Folksingers are boring

Folksingers have flabby buns,
They all play the same bass runs,
They're against the private ownership of handguns:
Folksingers are boring

Folksingers are born to lose,
They wear old and ratty shoes,
Then they try to sing the blues:
Then they're really boring

Give us salsa, give us soul,
Give us good old rock and roll,
Pass the bong and pass the bowl
Folksingers are boring

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