Pigeon-holed

Intro: verse 1 I saw him at my local folk club With his brand new Martin guitar Pony-tailed hair and a challenging stare That told me he'd like to go far He hammered out songs in E Minor Broke many a pick and a string Till someone requested a song tried and tested That everyone else could sing And he said It's too Daniel O'Donnell Too Daniel O'Donnell for me If I sing Daniel O'Donnell I'll lose credibility I can sing Garbutt or Bogle Or songs of the life at sea But if I sing Daniel O'Donnell I'll never get paid my fee verse 2 For years he did all the floor spots But hardly a penny he made He was always out looking for that special booking That told him he'd made the grade He tried the cittern and bodhrán Then he took to the didgeridoo 'Till one night playing celtoid, someone, very annoyed, actually said: N.C. "Please leave our stage, you're through, your celtoid is: Too Daniel O'Donnell Too Daniel O'Donnell for me If you sing Daniel O'Donnell You'll lose credibility You can sing Garbutt or Bogle Or songs of the life at sea But if you sing Daniel O'Donnell You'll never get paid your fee verse 3 And then just yesterday evening At a western night in a bar With his shiny gelled hair and his new rhinestone glare I saw our old folkie star He flat-picked his songs in major And introduced each of his band Till someone interested, went up and requested: N.C. "Please, can you sing No Man's Land" But he said: It's too Garbutt or Bogle Too Garbutt or Bogle for me If I sing Garbutt or Bogle I'll lose credibility I can sing Daniel O'Donnell Ever so tunefully But if I sing Garbutt or Bogle I'll never get paid my fee Yes, if I sing Garbutt or Bogle It could just be the death of me