Folk Music Turns Me Into a Fascist Songtext
von Damian Cowell’s Disco Machine

Folk music turns me into a fascist
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

Folk music turns me into a fascist
A side of me I′d never show
I want to go read a Murdoch paper
Call talk-back radio

Folk music turns me into a fascist

Redneck music makes me think of rednecks
Bush ranger beards don't grow on the middle class
It′s a long way from the Appalachians to Brunswick
If I hear another banjo it goes up its owner's arse

Folk music turns me into a fascist
I just don't understand
I want to picket the Labour Day marches
Hand out books by Ayn Rand


Folk music makes me barrack for mining
And that′s not what it′s for
But as soon as someone starts pluckin' and whinin′
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 Boats

When I hear them wailin'
I support whaling
I′m ashamed to admit it to you
I wanna go pave the wildnerness
Build a Maccas on Ularu

Folk music turns me into a fascist

Since 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
From rich kids slummin' it in Melbourne′s north
They even made it to Eurovision
To think they′re gospel troubadours
They make me want to bring back conscription!

Don't you take me to folky town
I might do something that I′ll never live down