Into Folk, the Irish Washerwoman

I’ve got a homecomputer, I’ve got lots of compact discs
But as for my taste of music I won’t take many risks
I only like the real thing 'cause I’m a happy bloak
My friends are into hip hop but I am into folk
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
I told it to my friends but they thought it was a joke
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
My friends are into hip-hop but I am into folk
I hear it in the country, I hear it in the town
I hear it in the pub where I drink untill I drown
Don’t want to take no pills no drugs, no X.T.C. no coke
My friends are into hip hop but I am into folk
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
I told it to my friends but they thought it was a joke
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
My friends are into hip-hop but I am into folk
I practiced on the fiddle, I practiced on the flute
It only takes a banjo to get me in the mood
You can tell my taste of music by the time I start to bolk
My friends are into hip hop but I am into folk
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
I told it to my friends but they thought it was a joke
I’m into folk, I’m into folk
My friends are into hip-hop but I am into folk