Goaddammit, Merry Filksingers

Goddammit, merry filksingers, why can't you get it right?
I don't expect a miracle; we're singing this on sight.
It really doesn't matter if the rhythm's not too tight --
But let's all sing it in the same key, in the same key,
Let's all try to sing it in the same key.

I must agree the chorus is as boring as the verse;
The scansion's chancey at the best, and unpronouncable at the worst,
But the ending's not determined by whoever gets there first --
And let's all end it on the same note, on the same note,
Let's all try to end it on the same note.

Goddammit, merry filksingers, you all should look dismayed;
We've tried six times to get it right. It's hopeless, I'm afraid.
Let's let it die and bury it, the point, I fell, is made
That musicians we never will be, never will be,
But filk is written just for such as we.