Diarrhea Planet - Bob Dylan's Grandma lyrics

Back in the sixth grade I heard 'Jimi Plays Monterey' Boy, did I melt that tape And let that ca**ette self-immolate Pentatonic k**ing floor Bob Dylan's grandma holding down the twos and fours Monolithic crates of vacuum tubes From which every note rang true It had been my dream to race F1 or fly F-16s I've got the next best thing To cut my teeth on these six strings I'll get a Stratocaster And practice 'til my fingers bleed The metronome ticks faster Counting down from 9 to 3 Until my arthritic hands Can't paint the exit-in If I don't see the end... If I don't see the end Throw my guitars into the Cumberland Into the Cumberland If I don't see the end Throw my guitars into the Cumberland