| You may drive around in your town
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| Ina brand new shiny car
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| Your face in the wind your haircut’s in
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| And your friends think you’re bizarre
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| You may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far
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| But if you really want to taste some cool success
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| You better learn to play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| You got your eye on the cheerleader queen
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| You’re walkin' her home from school
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| You know that she’s only seventeen
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| She’s gonna make you a fool
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| You know you can’t touch this stuff
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| Without money or a brand new car
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| Let me give you some good advice young man
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| You better learn to play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| All women around the world want a phony rock star
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| Who plays guitar
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| You can pump your iron and shine your shoes
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| And wear your hair just right
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| You go down out on cruisin' street
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| 'Cause you want to score tonight
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| Ra da ra da ra da
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| And you really want to show your scars
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| Forget all about that macho shit
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| And learn how to play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar
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| Play guitar--play guitar |