I am going to have a sweet guitar in heaven
It will fit my fingers, the frets just perfectly spaced for my hands
I’ll name it “Jane” because that is what I always name my guitar
And it’ll hold its tune for ages
Just snap back into tune super easily
And with all those endless ages to practice I’ll get pretty damn good
Of course, my friend Chris will still play better than me, but that won’t matter
We will both get better than anyone ever got here on earth
And it’s not even like we’ll even bother with comparisons anymore
The guitar will be made by a real craftsman,
Maybe Jesus himself will make it,
Maybe he’ll give it to me on my birthday, if we still have those,
Say, “Here, I made you this, it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”
And I will say, “Dude, Jesus, this is amazing!”
And I’ll tune it up, strum it, hear its perfectly balanced tone,
Then I’ll pass it around the party, give everyone a chance to play it, admire it
When it comes back around to Jesus he’ll get this grin on his face
And we’ll all chuckle when he breaks out into “Wonderwall” by Oasis
Because that joke never gets old:
The guy... at the party... with the guitar...
Trying to impress his friends by playing “Wonderwall” by Oasis
But then we’ll stop laughing because holy shit this is amazing
It’ll be like hearing the Ryan Adams cover version for the first time but only better
Like as much better as the Adams’ cover was than the original, only moreso
Jesus’ version will make us all feel like we’ve never even heard music
Like this was the song that “Wonderwall” was always wanting to be
Or maybe even that every song ever wanted to be
And Jesus’ll just be standing there grinning, playing this awesome guitar he made
Singing a song that he didn’t even write, except maybe in a way he did
And we’ll all stand there gaping like idiots, our mouths hanging open
Listening to “Wonderwall” for the very first time
It will fit my fingers, the frets just perfectly spaced for my hands
I’ll name it “Jane” because that is what I always name my guitar
And it’ll hold its tune for ages
Just snap back into tune super easily
And with all those endless ages to practice I’ll get pretty damn good
Of course, my friend Chris will still play better than me, but that won’t matter
We will both get better than anyone ever got here on earth
And it’s not even like we’ll even bother with comparisons anymore
The guitar will be made by a real craftsman,
Maybe Jesus himself will make it,
Maybe he’ll give it to me on my birthday, if we still have those,
Say, “Here, I made you this, it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”
And I will say, “Dude, Jesus, this is amazing!”
And I’ll tune it up, strum it, hear its perfectly balanced tone,
Then I’ll pass it around the party, give everyone a chance to play it, admire it
When it comes back around to Jesus he’ll get this grin on his face
And we’ll all chuckle when he breaks out into “Wonderwall” by Oasis
Because that joke never gets old:
The guy... at the party... with the guitar...
Trying to impress his friends by playing “Wonderwall” by Oasis
But then we’ll stop laughing because holy shit this is amazing
It’ll be like hearing the Ryan Adams cover version for the first time but only better
Like as much better as the Adams’ cover was than the original, only moreso
Jesus’ version will make us all feel like we’ve never even heard music
Like this was the song that “Wonderwall” was always wanting to be
Or maybe even that every song ever wanted to be
And Jesus’ll just be standing there grinning, playing this awesome guitar he made
Singing a song that he didn’t even write, except maybe in a way he did
And we’ll all stand there gaping like idiots, our mouths hanging open
Listening to “Wonderwall” for the very first time
