We had you trained, to be so classical
And you learned to play the guitar at school
But now we've caught you, you've been playing the fool
We don't think your musical taste is cool
Too close to rock and roll
I paid for the teacher so I own your soul
Move out of the house, you can't use the car
You spend your lectures just drinking in the college bar
You don't wanna get a job, you won't get far
Pretty soon you're gonna come home gonna need your Ma and Pa
Too close to rock and roll
I paid for the teacher so I own your soul
Too close to
Too close to
Too close to
Rock and roll