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