Manly Band Video (MV)

He's got the hair of three strong men
And I've got the hair of none
And we play the best folk music
Under the moon or sun

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band

We are the last of the macho men
And we roar upon that stage
He whips his hair into my eyes
And I fly into a rage

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band

I write about the good old days
And life upon the sea
I celebrate the manly men
Like my brother and me

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band

I lost my watch in Yellowknife
And there was hell to pay
I threw a tantrum on the stage
And then I sulked all day

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band

The songs I write are sensitive
Too sensitive by far
And so are the couples coupling
On the strap of my guitar

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band

Well there's no ladies in my band
'Cause ladies can't be stars
But if they want to help us
They can carry our guitars

And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band