Verse
A# F A# F
No rock'n'roll singer is going to sing my song
Dm C D#
Same stupid words going over and over
A# F A# F
The drop-out turned out trashing my sound
Dm C D#
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 Dm
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
D#
By now
[Verse 2]
A# F A# F
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
Dm C D#
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, G#D
A# F A# F
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
Dm C D#
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 Dm
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
D#
By now
A# F A# F Dm C D# x2
[Bridge]
G# C C# D#
I've got a message from the other side
G# C C#
It came to me last night in semaphore
D# F
But I can't play the minor chords
[Verse 3]
A# F A# F
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
Dm C D#
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, G#D
A# F A# F
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
Dm C D#
Cut my hair going back to my bank job