It reminds me too much of the day music died.

Yes it’s a guitar
And if you get real good you could go far
But as you practice, man, the notes stab at my heart
But you stay so cool
My little brother, even though we share a mother
You’re my reason for migraines
I might just kill you

And when I say your skills ain’t good enough,
What I mean is I think you should give up
I would end your life to shut up your new band
‘Cause you’re so bad

And you’re playin’ all night long under the moon
I’ve gotta get up and go to work real soon
You’ve got the kind of fingers that will never do, so
Give it up now, I mean for real
Please just forget about it

I’ll tell you one thing
If you keep playing it’s a crying shame
In every note, every chord, I hear your name, and I hate it so
Go down to S’barro’s and see if you can get a day job, yo
You hear the grinding of my teeth, so loud and slow
Grinding them down and down

And when I say your skills ain’t good enough,
What I mean is I think you should give up
I would end your life to shut up your new band
‘Cause you’re so bad

And you’re playin’ all night long under the moon
I’ve gotta get up and go to work real soon
You’ve got the kind of fingers that will never do, so
Give it up now, I mean for real
Please just forget about it

And you’re playin’ all night long under the moon
I’ve gotta get up and go to work real soon
You’ve got the kind of fingers that will never do, so
Give it up now, I mean for real
Please just forget about it

Please just forget about it
Please just forget about it
Please just forget about it

Give it up now, I mean for real
Please just forget about it

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