D           A                  D       A
No rock'n'roll singer is going to sing my song
F#m         E           G
Same stupid words going over and over
    D        A          D           A
The drop-out turned out trashing my sound
F#m           E       G
Rub the lines off the back of my hands

[Chorus]
  A
I cut my teeth on the end of my bed
  E
I never ever sang in a high school band
    A                                                  E   F#m
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
   G
By now

[Verse 2]
   D           A              D             A
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
   F#m         E               G
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
    D          A         D        A
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
F#m    E          G
Cut my hair going back to my bank job

[Chorus]
    A
The radio could have been kinder to me
      E
But I never looked good on a colour TV
    A                                                  E   F#m
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
   G
By now

D A D A F#m E G x2

[Bridge]
C          E                F           G
I've got a message from the other side
C          E                   F
It came to me last night in semaphore
    G                A
But I can't play the minor chords

[Verse 3]
   D           A              D             A
No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
   F#m         E               G
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
    D          A         D        A
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
F#m    E          G
Cut my hair going back to my bank job