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