She paints her room in polkadots

How does she get to sleep?

And if I never see for myself



Me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar are alright



That guy on the TV news

Will never talk about me

But then everyone he shows is unhappy



And me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar are alright



Would Sartre have been more happy in an existential rock and roll band?

Just show him the knob for the fuzz-tone and turn on the amp

Me, Im no philosopher, just trying to figure this thing out

How to make this girl Im in love with jump and shout



Me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar are alright



And if I fly to the moon

Living in a lunar colony

I might just paint my room in polka-dots



Me and my new guitar are alright

Me and my new guitar

Me and my new guitar are alright tonight

Me and my new guitar are alright