New Guitar In Town
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
He smiles and turns away
the kids ask him to play.
All the girls can't wait to see
the idol of their dreams.
And when it's time to go
they've seen the greatest show.
Oh, where the time goes -
they don't know.
It's easy cause he's great
he makes the crowd wait.
All the girls can't wait to see
the idol of their dreams.
And when it's time to go
they've seen the greatest show.
Oh, where the time goes -
they don't know.
Any place, any time
he makes the girls feel fine.
He's kind as well as cruel
they think he's oh so cool.
But when it's time to go
they've seen the greatest show.
Oh, where the time goes -
they don't know.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
All the girls are hanging around.
There's a new guitar in town.
All the girls are hanging around.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
There's a new guitar in town.
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