All I need is a guitar and an ashtray
and a photgraph 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. Suess
All I need is an automatic monkey
Wouldn't you like one, too

I've got to keep 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.