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