My guitar wants to do your laundry
Cuz it ain’t too clean
My guitar wants to do your laundry
Cuz it ain’t too clean
Gonna get out all that nasty funk
Like a love machine

My guitar wants to eat your sandwich
Cuz it looks so good
My guitar wants to eat your sandwich
Cuz it looks so good
My guitar wants to
My guitar wants to
My guitar wants to

My guitar wants to mow yo' lawn
Cuz it’s overgrown
My guitar wants to mow yo' lawn
Cuz it’s overgrown
She’ll come by on a Sunday after dawn
When you’re home alone

My guitar wants to do your taxes
My guitar wants to walk your dog
My guitar wants to flip your pancakes
My guitar wants to get that pie plate back
My guitar wants to
My guitar wants to
My guitar wants to

I think he smells your guitar on you