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 


[Refrão]

       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 



[Refrão]

       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