There once was a musical troupe,
a pickin' singin' folk group.
They sang the mountain ballads and
the folk songs from our land.
They was long gone musical ability,
folks thought they would go far.
But political incompatibility
led to their downfall.
Oh, the one on the right was on the left,
and the one in the middle was on the right,
and the one on the left was in the middle,
and the guy in the rear was a
Methodist.
This musical aggravation tore the entire nation,
singing traditional ballads and folk songs from our land.
They performed with great virtuosity
and soon for all the rage
But political animosity
prevailed upon this stage
Well, the one on the right was on the left and
the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in
the middle and the guy in the rear
Borne his driver's license
Well, the clointine had ascended
on as phalt from the crowd
As thousands there was gathered to
hear the folk songs from our land
But they took their politics seriously
that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously,
they had a free -for -all
Oh, the one on the right was
on the bomb
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken pivot
And the guy in his rear
Said, where is
Meryl?
Now this should be a lesson
If you plan to start up a group
Don't go mixing politics
With the folk songs from our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play the banjo well
If you have political ambitions
Keep him to yourself.
Now the one on the left,
Forks in the back,
And the one on the middle,
He drives a truck,
And the one on the right,
An all -night
DJ,
And the guy in the rear.
Hey, he got drafted.