it's mainly just a tease,
about their large selection -- well not as such;
you see it's case by case, and that not with any ease.
I walked there from Union Station on a sunny July day.
Saw rows of stacks of cases, each holding a guitar,
and parlors on nail hangers, merely for display.
'Cuz hangers are a bridge too far,
for all but their privileged list
of people, their wants and how much they'll pay.
To get a taste of what they had, I gave them just a gist,
hoping to see a nice prewar
-- no luck; they're locked away.
But here's a nice 000-18 from 1954.
No, don't play it here, follow me to the hall,
where you can look through the bars,
to see stands with guitars
-- no flattop prewars --
but you can't open that barred door at all.
So how much is this here guitar?
How much do you want to pay?
It's a game in which you won't get far,
on any given day.