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