Further Up, Further In

I've been a folksinger for bloody eight year 
  And I sing half the night for the fun and free beer 
  But now that I'm older I know the score 
  And I never will sing 'The Wild Rover' no more 

  And it's no nay never (raise up your kilt), no nay never no more 
  Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more 

  I know it 'sa song that pleases the folk 
  But I have to admit that it just makes me *choke* 
  A night with a tooth-ache is more fun to me 
  Than the singing of one verse, never mind two or three 

  And it's no nay never (lift up your skirt), no nay never no more 
  Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more 

  This song is requested again and again 
  If I'll hear it once more it will drive me insane 
  The words get so stupid, it just makes me wild 
  And the tune could be learned by a two year old child 

  And it's no nay never(drop down your pants), no nay never no more 
  Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more 

  So I go to a folkclub, I take a shotgun along 
  And I shoot the first bastard who askes for this song 
  The hangman will say as I fall through the floor: 
  "You never will sing 'The Wild Rover' no more!" 

  And it's no nay never (shit on the floor), no nay never no more 
  Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more 

  And it's no nay never (raise up your kilt), no nay never no more 
  Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more