Guitar and an Ashtray  by David Jones © 2005

All I need is a guitar and an ashtray

And a photograph of you

All I need is a guitar and an ashtray

And nothing else to do

I really got it bad

Thinking 'bout you all the time

Making up excuses

Just to see your little monkeyshine

But don't you worry much

It's just a little beggar's crush

That keeps me up 'til way too late

Don't worry now. I'm doing great.

All I need is an automatic monkey

And a chat with Dr. Seuss

All I need is an automatic monkey

Wouldn't you like one, too

I've got to get my angle straight

Get some sleep so I can think

Guess it's really not that late

Time for one more drink

I know you're waiting there

Staring at the flicker flame

Going down the list and thinking

Who to bless and who to blame

All I need. All I need.

All I really really need

All I need. All I need.

All I really really need

I want you with your crooked nose

Your schoolgirl vibe. Your honey talk

I want you with or without clothes

Your twitches and your John Wayne walk

But all I need. But all I need.

But all I really really need

But all I need. But all I need.

But all I really really need

All I need is a guitar and an ashtray

And nothing else to do

All I need is a guitar and an ashtray

And a photograph of you

It's all I need. It's all I need.

It's all I really, really need.

It's all I need. It's all I need.

It's all I really, really need.