I can't play the guitar in my slippers.

I can't play the guitar in my slippers
The music is sipping away
Without bovver boots
All my punk-indie roots
Have left me all fluffy today.

I can't play the guitar in my slippers
My folk music's fuzzy and blurred
Without Big Wooden clogs
I've just going to the dogs
And the Mouse in The Windmill's run scared.

I can't play guitar in my slippers
They're just not blue-suede soles you see
And the shuffle you get
Is no rock and roll set
It's more like playing for granny at tea.

I can't play guitar in my slippers
It don't matter how much you all blame me.
And throw fangirl's knickers
Without my winkle-pickers
And string-tie, I've no country to claim me.

I can't play guitar in my slippers
For unless I've got my steel toed badwear
My oiled jet-black quiff
And my fast guitar riff
Is just smothered in comfiest dadwear

I can't play guitar in my slippers
But although this footwear makes me bawl
It's not as bad as the pit
For I have to admit
That I can't play the guitar at all.


Simon BJ
I would be