Well I was at the computer the other day
Talking with folks from miles away
When my wife yells in from the other room
HEY! You gonna be finished in there soon?!

             I said Wha..(cleverly disguising the fact
             That I was only HALF-way listening to her)..
             OK.   I wasn't listening to her at all.

Anyway, she says "So, what're you doin?"
"Practicing guitar, I'll be done soon"
Well she may be blonde, but she's not dumb'
She fires back in her gentle way,

               Well how come…
               I don't hear…
               A guitar…..?

Well, guitar, I say, is a MENTAL thing
You practice your MIND to make it sing
By then she's slipped into the room
I sense the lowering of the boom

                And she's looking…
                Over my shoulder…
                She's reading…
                                    
Shambles? Little Hawk? Bobert?
Katlughing? Magrath of Harlew?
What-the-heck-is-that?

Well, that there is the Mudcat, dear!
"hmmmmm. So what's a mudcat?" she said.
Well that's a place were people who used to make music
Go to talk instead

Retirement
Rest for the vocal chords
Save money on guitar strings.

So she reads a while and then she says
"Seems like the ones who talk the most
Are the ones who say the least.
"Well" sez I, "there can only be a few gems...

The rest are the black velvet
Against which
You show off the diamonds