Oh, I Want a Gibson Guitar

I can recall the years in junior high
Rejoicing days and gloomy nights
When I started to play the guitar
I played it at night and tried to get it right

Somehow I was careless and broke it a last
It was a classical one into a two-piece trash
My Dad was kind, he bought me another one
I swore to god that I wouldn’t mess up twice

Oh, I loved to play with my guitar.
You fulfilled my dream and had my heart
Oh, I loved to play with my guitar.
It felt like I was all that -- a super star

Then one thing led to another, in an afternoon
Barry took me to a gig with a happy mood
It was the first time I met Cheer ego
The first time I saw a Gibson long, long ago

It was a pretty guitar called humming-bird
Mine was so unworthy compared to hers
I made up my mind to get one myself
It would be different from all the other kinds

Oh, I want to play with a Gibson guitar
You have my dream and own my heart
Oh, I want to play with a Gibson guitar
You are far away like a distant star

Oh, I want to play with a Gibson guitar
You have my dream and own my heart
Oh, I want to have a Gibson in hands
But you see this is an Ibanez instead