New Guitar

She paints her room in polkadots

How does she get to sleep?

And if i never see for myself

Me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar are alright



That guy on the tv news

Will never talk about me

But then everyone he shows is unhappy



And me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar are alright



Would sartre have been more happy in an existential rock and roll band?

Just show him the knob for the fuzz-tone and turn on the amp

Me, i