Thom Monahan - How to Hang a Warhol lyrics

Mama someday you'll be so proud of me You'll see me hanging in a New York gallery Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain People are gonna ask, "is it brilliant or plain?" But as long as I don't know How to hang a Warhol I'll keep sketching birds That are all like her Very simple and true Like you've known me to do And if you like 'em Yeah but if you don't it's not bad Cause I really don't care Said papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony 48-piece band all dressed up like me I said, I'll write someday the saddest of all songs I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall I'll keep writing songs that are all my own Very simple and dumb Like I always have done And if you like 'em, yeah But if you don't too bad Cause it's all I have Ever since I met her I keep thinking God, how great it is to play a guitar This way I feel that she's always with me Cause every other song Underneath it's tongue Is about our love