Folk Star - Paul Westerberg

You don’t sing for children

Or their parents

In the night time, in a bar

You sing for yourself

You stand up for nothing

As far as I can tell

You used to be a folker

'Til you went

And tried to choke her

You’re a folk star

Yeah, yeah, yeah

A folk star

You don’t wear no leather

Don’t care whether

Or not you arrive

On the red carpet

On the charts with

A string of broken hearts

Used to be a folker

'Til you tried to choke her

A folk star

Yeah, you are

Folk star, yeah, you are

Come on, you want it

Hundred mandolins

Won’t hide the man within

Folk star with your plastic red guitar

Folk star, your plastic red guitar

Folk star, plastic red guitar

Folk star, you’re a

Folk star, plastic red guitar

You’re a folk star, plastic red guitar

You’re a, yeah

I’m alright

I’m a folk star, yeah

I’m a folk star, now

I’m a folk star, now

I’m a folk star, now

I’m folk star, now

'Cross the evening sky

All the birds are leaving

But how can they know

It’s time for them to go?