I just found this in my files. I THINK I wrote it.

How ‘bout them folksingers, ain’t they stars
Picking on their banjos, strumming their guitars
Hanging up Tom Dooley, sinking Reuben James
Singing ‘bout all sorts of things, even naughty dames
How to be a folk singer, easy to become it
Buy yourself a Martin, then sit down and strum it

With apologies to Mason Williams