Letra de How to hang a warhol

Momma, 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 are gonna ask, ´is it brilliant or plain?´

But as long as I don´t know
How to hang a Warhol
I keep sketching birds
That are all like herds
Very simple and true
Like, you know, when we doo doo
And if you like them, yeah
But if you don´t, stop there
´Cause I really don´t care

I said, Papa someday I´m gonna write a symphony
48-piece band all dressed up like me
I said, I´ll write someday the satyrs of old songs
I´m gonna chill the marrow in their bones

But as long as I can´t get
Into Carnegie Hall
I keep writing songs
That are all my own
Very simple and dumb
Like I always have done
If you like them, yeah
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´s
Telling me that this time
Is about our love