The Pick Song Lyrics

The Pick Song

(c) 2013, Lyrics by Amy and Jason Didner, Music by Jason Didner

I have a plastic triangle
I hold between my fingers
I always keep it handy
When I play my six-stringer

Take it out when you’re in a musical mood
But remember it isn’t food

Don’t put the pick in your mouth
Don’t put the pick in your mouth
Don’t put the pick in your mouth
You use it when you rock out

I sweep the pick in rhythm
Up and down across the strings
As the sound hole adds a fullness
To my guitar’s cheerful ring

The hole stands out on a guitar’s face
But it isn’t a storage place

Don’t drop the pick down the hole
Don’t drop the pick down the hole
Don’t drop the pick down the hole
That’s not a guitar hero’s goal

I keep my pick in my pocket
In case I burst out into song
I’m always ready to rock it
But it only goes where it belongs

You can use it with guitars all around the globe
But it isn’t a nasal probe

Don’t put the pick in your nose
Don’t put the pick in your nose
Don’t put the pick in your nose
‘Cause that’s just kind of gross

I have picks of many colors
Orange, purple, yellow and red
They bring color to the songs I play
But I don’t let that go in my head

A pick’s just perfect for its job
But it isn’t a cotton swab

Don’t put the pick in your ear
Don’t put the pick in your ear
Don’t put the pick in your ear
So you can hear what you play

Don’t put the pick in your mouth
Don’t put the pick in your mouth
Don’t put the pick in your mouth
You use it when you rock out
You use it when you rock out
You use it when you rock out


This track appears on the album “Everyone’s Invited!” Download it at BandCamp today.

 

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