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