Verse
D A D A
No rock'n'roll singer is going to sing my song
F#m E G
Same stupid words going over and over
D A D A
The drop-out turned out trashing my sound
F#m E G
Rub the lines off the back of my hands
[Chorus]
A
I cut my teeth on the end of my bed
E
I never ever sang in a high school band
A E F#m
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
G
By now
[Verse 2]
D A D A
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
F#m E G
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
D A D A
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
F#m E G
Cut my hair going back to my bank job
[Chorus]
A
The radio could have been kinder to me
E
But I never looked good on a colour TV
A E F#m
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
G
By now
D A D A F#m E G x2
[Bridge]
C E F G
I've got a message from the other side
C E F
It came to me last night in semaphore
G A
But I can't play the minor chords
[Verse 3]
D A D A
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
F#m E G
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
D A D A
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
F#m E G
Cut my hair going back to my bank job