[Verse 1]
Don't ask why they upset me
(Those people without sense)
In fact, there are fellow musicians
(Where the board hangs right under the chin)
Little wet fretboard watchers
(They play like Santa Claus)
In the vernacular they are called "Mucker"
(And unfortunately they look shitty)
[Chorus]
Tell me why
Is your guitar hanging so high?
Why not have it hanging
As if you had just picked it up
Otherwise, this will look stupid
And everything but nice
Put your guitar down
We don't wanna see your balls
Put your guitar down
We don't wanna see your balls
Don't wanna see
[Verse 2]
Bе tolerant, I hear them say
(What do you know?)
As a drummеr with a nervous stomach
(I lack the discretion, unfortunately)
I got to know many maestros
(They often played after having one too many)
Let their fingers run over the fretboard
(And yet they looked like sausages)
[Chorus]
Tell me why
Is your guitar hanging so high?
Why not have it hanging
As if you had just picked it up
Otherwise, this will look stupid
And everything but nice
Put your guitar down
We don't wanna see your balls
Put your guitar down
We don't wanna see your balls
Don't wanna see