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Lyrics

Amit Chadha
Don't Tune that Guitar, Try Tuna Fish

Grandpa came over when I was 12
Gave me this guitar brothers gave me hell
I took it everywhere even played in my sleep
Brought it to the table when it was time to eat

Don't tune that guitar try to tuna fish
That voice of yours ain't something we'll miss
On the first note they all try to flee
Leaving all the Bumblebee for me

My brother Rick was musically impaired
He took it out on me all through the years
One night I warned him not to mess with me
He ran his mouth and I knocked out his teeth

Don't tune that guitar try to tuna fish
That voice of yours ain't something we'll miss
Mom never had to beg me to do chores
Just open up a can of albacore

Now I have two kids that love when I play
A boy and a girl that ask me everyday
But they also want me to try
To kick my addiction of tuna on rye

No more tuna fish tune that guitar
Tell us an adventure sing with your heart
The only compaint I could ever raise
When they want me to sing they hide the mayonnaise

No more tuna fish tune that guitar
Tell us an adventure sing with your heart
The only compaint I could ever raise
When they want me to sing they hide the mayonnaise

When they want me to sing they hide the mayonnaise

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