Early one morning,
Jumpin’ outta my bed,
She told me:
«It aint a good idea.»
	
Don’t’ sell it, don’t give it away,
Don’t put it on e-bay for a dime,
Don’t’ sell it, above all don’t give it away,
Keep it anyway:
It can still be used.
	
«I do know, she said,
That from times to times,
One could get rid of it
All the same.»
But please don’t sell it…
	
«Sell off a Gibson
Year sixty-two,
If you do that, I ‘ll sure call
The madhouse for you.»
So, don’t sell it…