Lyrics:
Violin Guitar

guitar and you ruined our happy home You told me that you're gonna pick, you're gonna be a star I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar

an adjective And I, I've never really been into cars I like really cool guitars and superheros And checks with lots of zeros on them I love the sound of violins

each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin

song when I turn you on Let me be your kit-kat good gurl In your ochestra gurl Got ya leg strapped around my neck,like a guitar hurtin ya girl Bumpin

percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear percussion Love to hear it Blow horns, you sure sound pretty Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty When you hear the scratch of guitars

every day, every day, every day To every day And in the front rooms in old towns far from the city With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity The

There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other

guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the string talk

monde Sur une guitare, sur un violin Sur des gamelles et des bidons A tout hasard sous les balcons Le sans-papiers fait sa chanson Sur une guitare, sur un violin