Damian Cowell - Folk Music Turns Me Into A Fascist lyrics

Folk music turns me into a fascist Folk music turns me into a fascist A terrible thing I know Folk music turns me into a fascist A side of me I'd never show I want to go read a Murdoch paper, call talkback radio Folk music turns me into a fascist Redneck music makes me think of rednecks Bush ranger beards don't grow on the middle cla** It's a long way from the Appalachians to Brunswick If I hear another banjo it goes up its owners arse Folk music turns me into a fascist I just don't understand I wanna picket the labor day marches Hand out books by Ayn Rand Folk music makes me barrack for mining And that's not what its for But as soon as someone starts plucking and whining I yearn for martial law Folk music turns me into a fascist It really really gets my goat It makes me want to open a sweatshop And yell out stop the vote When I hear them wailing, I support whaling I'm ashamed to admit it to you I wanna go pave the wilderness Build a Maccas on Ularu Folk music turns me into a fascist When did all the young dudes get so wimpy Since when did righteousness take the place of fun Since when did punk rock go all diddly diddly Tin whistles make me wish they hadn't changed those laws on guns The folk buskers in the city malls Beards and tats and crochet hats I never thought I'd say it I'm so appalled I even want Chilean pan pipes back The rich kids slumming it in Melbourne's north They even made it to Eurovision To think they're gospel troubadours They make me wanna bring back conscription Don't you take me to folky town I might do something that I'll never live down