Folk Festival

I'll complain a bit, or I can do it alone

Don't put me after the man who made his own trombone

A rubber band and a traffic cone, all the baby boomers will be too stoned

God I wish I was born in 1953

When I first felt blue, I should have been 18

I'd be so confused by a singer like me

In sympathy, I'd buy a CD

At the folk festival

Folk festival

They're all going wild for the teenager with a beautiful voice and mint-coloured hair

She said, "I'm so lucky, I would do this for free"

"Please remember to follow me"

And god I wish I was born in 2003

When the world heats up, I'll only be 33

I'd be so confused by a singer like me

Hung up by the technicality

At the folk festival

How will I know if I'm an amateur or if I'm a pro?

If I'm genuine or if it's a show?

Tell me that now, or I'll never go

I'll never go

I'll never go to the festival

Folk festival