New Guitar Lyrics

She paints her room in polkadots
How does she get to sleep?
And if I never see for myself

Me and my new guitar are alright
Me and my new guitar are alright

That guy on the TV news
Will never talk about me
But then everyone he shows is unhappy

And me and my new guitar are alright
Me and my new guitar are alright

Would Sartre have been more happy in an existential rock and roll band?
Just show him the knob for the fuzz-tone and turn on the amp
Me, Im no philosopher, just trying to figure this thing out
How to make this girl Im in love with jump and shout

Me and my new guitar are alright 
Me and my new guitar are alright

And if I fly to the moon
Living in a lunar colony
I might just paint my room in polka-dots

Me and my new guitar are alright 
Me and my new guitar 
Me and my new guitar are alright tonight
Me and my new guitar are alright