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Great Big Guitar
Just a couple of dogs
And a truck on the street
And some girls from the beach
With sand stuck on their feet
And boys upon boys
Piled into one car
And a tiny little girl
Carrying a great big guitar
Jake, who ain't been fixed yet
He come out the cat swing door
Gives her the hairy eye ball
Meows "what do you carry that thing for?"
And the girls keep getting closer
They've put flip-flops on their feet
She's wondering will she make it
To the end of the street
Hmm mm, hmm mm, hmm, mm
The pavement's all cracked
The trees are all old
There's a house on the corner
That ain't never been sold
And the shadows grow long
At the end of the day
And the tiny little girl
Just wants to learn how to play
There's a face in every window
She hates it when they stare
She hates it when boys whistle
She hates the colour of her hair
The "flip flops" keep getting closer
She bets they never eat
And she's wondering will she make it
To the end of the street
Hmm mm, hmm mm, hmm mm
words and music by Katherine Wheatley
Dennis Keldie - accordion
David Travers-Smith - Hammond organ
Scott Merritt - parade drum
Katherine Wheatley - acoustic guitar
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