How To Hang A Warhol Lyrics

Mama, someday you'll be so proud of me
You'll see me hanging in the New York Gallery
Someday, I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain
People gonna ask "is it brilliant or plain?"

But as long as I don't know
How to hang a warhol
I'll keep sketching birds
That are all like her
Very simple and true
Like you've known me to do
And if you like'em, yeaah
But if you don't it's not bad
Cause I really don't care

Said, papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony
Fourty-eight piece band all dressed up like me I said I'll write someday the saddest of all songs
I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones

But as long as I can't get
Into Carnegie Hall
I'll keep writing songs
That are all my own
Very simple and dumb
Like I always have done
And if you like'em, yeaah
But if you don't, too bad
Cause it's all I have

Ever since I met her
I keep thinking, God
How great it is to play a guitar
This way I feel that she's always with me
Cause every other song
Underneath its tongue
Is about our love

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