Would You Like to Play the Guitar? (Pat Donahue) CHORUS: Would you like to play the guitar? Carry money home in a jar From a coffeehouse or a bar Or would you rather get a job? A job is the thing that makes you get out of bed And work every day until you're dead. Your back is achin' and your brain in numb And you just can't wait until the weekend comes But if you don't want to starve or big or rob You're gonna have to get a job Or would you like to play the guitar Drive for miles and miles in your car And pretend that you're a big star Or would you rather book the gig? An agent's the guy who takes his twenty percent What he says ain't always what he meant. He'll clean you out in ways you never thought Because he's good at business and he knows you're not. And then he'll sue if you ever make it big 'Cause he's the guy who booked the gig. Or would you like to play the guitar For a living--har-dee-har-har. I'll admit it's kind of bizarre Or would you rather be the wife? The wife is the one who has to rescue our butts She's either a saint or else she's nuts. She gets impatient and she gets annoyed 'Cause she's the one who must remain employed And, by the way, if you want to wreck your life Become a guitar player's wife. 'Cause all the monkeys ain't in the zoo. They can be trained to play guitar too. Some do a whole lot better than you But even if you don't go far You could be worse off than you are ...At least you're playing your guitar. (Tune: Swinging On A Star) FH apr00
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