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