Chewing The Fat

I just smoked a bowl today and I grabbed myself a beer I would have lost control anyway Big-handed American girl on the wall She's got a way that makes me feel so small In the classroom I'm supposed to sit Didn't go because I felt like shit Get out a Morbolo Light cigarette And no, I won't die of lung cancer yet And what am I supposed to do Hopefully I'll catch a clue I wanna have sex with my guitar Yeah, yeah, yeah She don't care if I lay around All she makes is beautiful sounds She don't care if I stay in bed Yet her body keeps running through my head But no, you can't ride on my knee Do you think that I'm a panzy What don't you understand about the word no N. O., it's not that difficult And what am I supposed to do Hopefully I'll catch a clue I wanna have sex with my guitar Yeah, yeah, yeah And she's the best girl that I ever met She doesn't care that I haven't graduated yet She knows just when to leave me alone She never calls me on the goddamn phone She knows I just wanna catch some waves I don't want to end up a nine-to-five slave Crying all the time as you can see So she lets me stroke parts of her anatomy And what am I supposed to do Hopefully I'll catch a clue I wanna have sex And I wanna have sex I wanna have sex I wanna have sex with my guitar Yeah, yeah, yeah