verse 1
G Em
Well, my name is "Fingers Murphy" but my story's seldom told
D D7 D G
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a plectrum
Em D C G
I do requests-just the ones that have two chords in, And I disregard the rest
D D7 D G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
verse 2
G Em
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me trade
D D7 D G
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in like the Irish Club-in Luton
Em D C G
Where I fled in mortal fear-with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my ear
D D7 D G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
verse 3
G Em
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
D D7 D G
Got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in Neasden
Em D C G
I do declare--I was feeling rather randy so I had her then and there
D D7 D G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Em D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
verse 4
G Em
Well, I've sung the full tradition with my finger in my ear
D D7 D G
Cause half the stuff I'm singin'-I just can't bear to hear-it's a load of cobblers
Em D C G
Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese guitar
D D7 D G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Verse 5
G Em
Well, I met this great guitarist-I asked him for advice
D D7 D G
But the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or even civil
Em D C G
Stick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with it stuck way up there
D D7 D G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya
Em D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
Em D G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya