Expresso Yourself at the Espresso Bar!

I added more verses.....

Dave's Guitar

Gotta sell my house, my lot, my car
Sell my daughter, I hadn’t aughta!
If I could just scrape up the cash
And get my hands on Dave’s guitar….

I’d bid it up to the stratosphere
That pile of dough would make it clear
That Dave would part with it, no fear….

Forget about the rent, the food,
I’m in this flamin' lovin' mood
I’d hold it right next to my heart
That Fender and I would never part

Sell my future, my past, my goal
Hell I’ll even sell my soul
If I don’t get it my heart‘ll crack
I may never get my senses back

I know that I’m just gonna flip
When I get that Tele in my grip
I’m a goner, it’s certified
Lock me up, my brain is fried

But hold on now Dave, my brother,
She needs to go to a Tele lover
Who’ll treat her right, and play her good
Love her a lot when they’re in the mood

Put on the brakes for goodness sakes
Some reality is what it takes
Just hold on now, I’ve gone too far,
Well nevermind, I can’t play guitar!

OH migod it didn't sell!
One more time through Ebay hell
Trying to figure this thing through
My mind has really lost a screw!

Who can I rope into my scheme,
Who'll help me realize this dream-
To ride that Tele like a broom
Across the sky, a sonic BOOM!

My breast explodes, my eyes on fire,
Consumed by frantic wild desire.
I can't breathe, my heart beats faster
I'm so hot for that Telecaster

I flashed across the stratosphere
A piercing screaming in my ear
I see myself, too late the warning,
A shooting star burned out by morning.

Desire has fried another fool
Finally now the jets are cool,
Am I really such a total sap?
I think I'll go and take a nap.