No Rock and Roll Record

No rock and roll singer's gonna 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 hand now I cut my teeth on the end of my bed I never ever sang in a high school band Somehow you'd think I would have figured it out by now By now No rock and 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've been kinder to me But I never looked good on a colour TV Somehow you'd 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 and 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 Knock, knock Why must you even say that? Come in