All the songs I write on piano are sad
When I pick up a guitar I always feel bad
Only feeling at home when I open up and sing
I don't feel I'm deserving of this six stringed thing
I don't deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance
Spending as much as I'd bet on myself
I don't deserve my guitar
I bought it in the first place so I would look cool
Now I can't move my arms and I feel like a fool
Sits in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust
Never learnt to change the strings and I'm not fussed
I don't deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance
Spending as much as I'd bet on myself
I don't deserve my guitar (oh)
It's all riffs & licks, strings and picks
But things to sing give me my kicks
Oh
It's all its and bits and fancy tricks
I don't know what to think of it
Oh, oh
Ooh, I
Bet you can see me in my spare time
Picking up this old thing and strumming up somethin' fine
It doesn't happen a lot but baby it feels good
I don't do it enough although I know I should
I don't deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance, oh yeah
Spending as much as I'd bet on myself, yeah
I don't deserve my guitar
Ah, guitar
Aaah
I don't deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don't deserve, deserve it)
I don't deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don't deserve, deserve it)
I don't deserve, deserve, deserve
My guitar, my guitar
Aaah