Lyrics
The shaggy boy with his shaggy clothes
and his shaggy hair
and shaggy wear
on his shaggy life.
But the boy he had one wish.
He wished he played,
yes, he'd always play
his shiny guitar.
And that shaggy boy
became a shaggy man
and he played his guitar
better than anyone and
people sat around and watched him play.
Watched him play all day.
Till the night time came.
Everyone else told the man to get a job,
said, "Dont be shaggy.
Be all you can be."
He said, "Well, thank you all,
and maybe i will,
but i'll play my guitar
until my fingers bleed."
And that shaggy man,
he did just what he said.
Played till his fingers bled,
Everyday of his life.
That man died happily.
He always was shaggy,
and now he rests in peace,
along side his shiny guitar.
His guitar...
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