No Rock and Roll Record

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

I cut my teeth on the end of my bed
I never ever sang in a high school band
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
By now

No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
Cut my hair going back to my bank job

The radio could have been kinder to me
But I never looked good on a colour TV
Somehow you would think I would have figured it out by now
By now

I've got a message from the other side
It came to me last night in semaphore
But I can't play the minor chords

No rock'n'roll record made no difference to me
No seven inch, twelve inch, cassette, CD
Not wasting my time on a dumb pop song
Cut my hair going back to my bank job