I got a home computer
I got lots of floppy disks
But as for my taste in music
I won't take many risks
I only like the real thing
'Cause I'm a healthy bloke
My friends are into Hip Hop
But I'm into Folk!
So i'll go
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 drugs:
No pills, no shit, no coke
My friends are into Hip Hop
But I'm into Folk!
I'm into Folk, I'm into Folk
I told it to my friend
But they thought it was a joke
I'm into Folk, I'm into Folk
My friends are into Hip Hop
But I'm into Folk!
I'm practisin' the Fiddle
I'm practisin' the Flute
It only takes a Banjo
To get me in the mood
You can tell my taste in music
By the giant pipes I smoke
My friends are into Hip Hop
But I'm 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'm into Folk!
My friends are into Hip Hop but I'm into Folk!
Writer(s): Jan Leyers, Bart Peeters
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