| Well, I may not have a dime to bank
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| I only got myself to thank
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| But still I never hock it for some money in my pocket
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| No, I’d sooner sell my new fish tank
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| 'Cause someday I’m gonna be a star
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| So don’t touch my guitar
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| Well, every morning before I go up to school
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| I practice for an hour as a rule
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| My hands are getting stiff from playing scales and runs and riffs
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| Guess I’m nothing but a guitar playing fool
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| But someday I’m gonna be a star
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| So don’t touch my guitar
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| Now listen
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| You’re gonna see me
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| On TV
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| You’re gonna see me everywhere
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| Everyone will stop and stare
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Well, every night I hang it over my bed
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| I hang it right there over my head
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| But mama, when you dust it
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| Please be careful not to bust it
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| Mama, mama, did you hear what I said
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| Cause someday I’m gonna be a star
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| So don’t touch my guitar
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| Cause someday I’m bound to be a star
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| So don’t touch my guitar
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| Aw, fingers work it out |