Lyrics:
Three Guitars

I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars drove a truck Right through my heart On my birthday you sang me "Heart of Gold" With a guitar

what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars

boys So everybody be mellow Somebody might drop their Horn and things like that But don't worry about that I gotta say it three times Can I get three fellows? Three

can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go: working for the next day; Four days to go: working for the next day; Say we got: three days

must be tonight Come on back to my place, well, it's really just a room But I'll be making some money soon Goodbye and thank you, oh, my number, yeah, please phone Two or three

some talk of deviation from what was never mentioned So I set out to find the wrong way home Home inside the hour, tuning my guitar Well, I get that

vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three

summer of '96 her body was cracked like porcelin Just like some Precious Moments collectable In a hospital gown and a big bright golden halo Chorus: And so three

hoo, Hey! "Catchy, huh? Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that! But no time to linger in South America, For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar, That