Henry's Songbook

My name is Iain MacKintosh, my story's seldom told
I murder folk music
With this long-neck banjo and five strings
I do requests - just the songs that have two chords
I disregard the rest, with Hamish Imlach's help one day I'll be the best

Seeking five pounds plus expenses I went looking for some gigs
But I got no offers
Just a come-on from a groupie in Stuttgart
I do declare I was feeling very sexy
So I had her then and there - na na na na na na na na
Lie la lie ...

I have sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
Because half the stuff I'm singing
I just can't bear to hear - such rubbish
I've sung in bars to the rhythm of an out-of-tune
Yamaha guitar - na na na na na na na na
Lie la lie ...

On the stage I stand a hero and a martyr to my trade
I carry the reminder
Of all the gigs I played in, like last Tuesday
At the Irish Club in Glasgow where I fled in mortal fear
With the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped behind my ear
Lie la lie ...

Now I've got my thing together, man, I'm really freaking out
I'm reading 'Melody Maker'
Main-lining on draught stout and having hang-ups
Unlike the rest I'm having problems with my sex life
Since I fell and broke my wrist
And my other songs are twice as bad as this
Lie la lie ...