Strum Master Gifts

"Here's another one written in E minor and in case you haven't guessed by now, it's the only chord I know."

"This is my new country song I wrote about my self-driving truck leaving me..."

'The school bus drove off without me. The driver said she couldn't allow one more peanut butter sandwich on her bus.'

'Pass it to Dewey! He's got himself into some kind of rhythm!!'

'Gee, you beat Roger again!'

'As I walk through the halls, I see teachers teaching and students learning and I say to myself, 'what wonderful school, what a wonderful world.''

'Wait!... I don't want to take Brady out right now. He's just getting into rhythm.'

Toothless Rocker, "Oi, play the guitar with your own teeth !"

'Lost your ball again?' - 'No, I've got my ball. I've lost my club.'

"Can you forget about that damn moon for two seconds and lend me a hand with the harmony?"

"I wrote this one after my third startup failed. It’s called ‘I Got Yer App Right Here.’"

"This next one's called 'Song for Me'."

Ginger Baker.

Gym. Weight Room. This must be sculpting my body --- All my muscles feel like putty.

"The time has come for some tough cost-cutting decisions, and I'm forced to ask myself, do we really need a bass?"

"Beans, Them Beans, Them Beans, Beans, Beans..."

Important Muscles.

"I'll be broadminded up in heaven, but here on earth you're still a whore..."

Serenade for you...

'Elaine, take a ditty.'

How hit songs get their names

"Just when they thought it was safe to go back in the water, the great fish emerged from below."

"..Not cloudy all day."

"Well of course you're depressed... You're a country and western singer."

'I could have been the next Neil Young, but my ol' man made me take singing lessons.'

"Here's a blues number written about my inability to remember computer passwords."

"Here's a little song I wrote in prison. Actually, I was at Motor Vehicle renewing my license, but it SEEMED like prison."

"Permission to speak in rhyming couplets, sir!"

Clydesdale never misses a beat.

Guitarist

This next song is also about food. I probably don't even need to say that anymore, do I.

"Woke up this morning, forgot my apple id..."

Ah, geez, there goes my groin muscle again.

"My next song is a little ditty about why I don't have any references."

"Not tonight, hon—I've got a heartache."