Well I came to the con and it's Saturday
Not enough filk at the con
Can't find a place for me to sing and play
Not enough filk at the con, no
Not enough filk at the con

Well there's plenty of room for the gamers and dance
But there's none for the singers of songs
Where we gonna set up our bardic ring?
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con

Well the stairwell's the biggest room we can find
Not enough room at the con
We're sitting on the metal stairs, but we don't mind
Not enough room at the con, no,
Not enough room at the con

Well there's plenty of room for the panels and art
But there's none for the singers of songs
Where we gonna set up our chaos ring?
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con

Well I've got a song here that I just wrote
Not enough amps at the con
If I try and sing loud enough I'll bust my throat
Not enough amps at the con

Well there's plenty of amps for the masquerade,
But there's none for the singers of songs
Where we gonna put a cat's cradle ring?
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con

Well we're all sitting here dying of thirst
Not enough drinks at the con
Pass me the Tully -- hey, no, me first!
Not enough drinks at the con

Well there's plenty of drinks in the Green Room and Ops
But there's none for the singers of songs
(spoken:) "You'd almost think they didn't WANT us to sing!"
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con, no,
Just not enough at the con

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