Paroles de I Killed An Ant With My Guitar

I killed an ant With my guitar Underneath romantic Indiana stars He was a fool I was so cruel The power of music is no tool So I hit him in the head And now he's dead I killed him there By the front door Well it was something he was really asking for He was a chump It was no bump Or any ordinary lump No I squashed his little head And now he's dead Well I'm sure he had a family Some children and a pretty wife And I'm sure he worked like the devil Ah, who was I to take his tiny life But... I killed an ant With my guitar Underneath romantic Indiana stars He was a fool I was so cruel The power of music ain't no tool So I bopped him in the head (not quite sure here..bopped makes about And now he's dead the only sense) La, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la