(lower case letters in brackets are octave notes instead of chords)
Am
He doesn't have a problem with drugs
Dm
He just doesn't get them
G
He's fine that his mates have tattoos
Am
But he think's they'll regret them
Am Dm
He likes going to pubs, but he hates it when the musics too loud
G Am
He tends not to go to rock concerts, cos he can't stand the crowds
Dm G
And all he's ever wanted to be
C G/B Am C/G
Is a rock star on MTV
Dm G
But he knows that it's not fucking likely
Esus4
He's just turned thirty
E (g a c) Am
He knows that he, will always be
G
A Rock and roll nerd
C G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear
Am C/G Dm/F (d d d c a) Em
And though they won't be heard he'll just keep writing, oh yeah
D/F# Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
He always dreamt of being a star,
Bb Eb
But he learnt piano instead of guitar
D Gm
Which in the nineties, didn't get you very far
C7 F
So while the other kids were learning Stairway
Bb Eb
He was the piano to their forte
D/F# Eb
But he was convinced one day he'd rock their fucking arses
D Eb
And be an icon for the disenfranchised masses
D
And grow his hair long
Eb
And rebel against the state
F
But just for now that'll have to wait
D/F#
Cos he's running late
Gm
For his morning classes
(e g a c) Am
And he will always be
G
A rock and roll nerd
C G/B
He'll keep playing gigs that no one knows about
Am C/G Dm/F (d d d c a) Em
And though it sounds absurd he'll just keep playing, oh yeah
D/F# Gm
But you see the problem is
C7 F
There's not much depth in what he's singing
Bb Eb
He's a victim of his upper middle class up-bringing
D
So he can't write about the hood or bling bling
Gm C7 F
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead
Bb Eb
To try and invoke some angst in his middle class head
D
But the bitch is always fine, at half past nine
Gm
When they go to bed
C7 F
And he’s not spent a single night in prison,
Bb Eb
He has no issues with nutrition
D/F# Eb
He has no drinking problem and no drug addiction
D Eb
Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken
D Eb
And marijuana always tends to make him cough
F
He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off
D/F#
And when he tries to act tough
Gm
You can tell he's trickin'
(g g Bb b c g Bb a g Eb F G Eb G/C)
babadabababababa
Cm7
And while his mates all go out late
Eb7 F7
Popping pills and having fun
Cm7
He goes home and showers
And gets a good 8 hours
Eb7 F7
He gets his thrills from his morning run
Cm7
And while his mates
All go on dates
Eb7 F7
Taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Beam
Cm7
He stays home and cooks
Eb7
Curls up with a book with the girl he's had
F7 F7 F7 Eb7 F7
Since he was seventeen
Gm
Cos he's never really been part of the scene
Bb
Give him Guns N Roses he'll take Queen
C7
He's more into Beatles, than the stones
Eb7 F7
He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones
Gm
And he's never owned a Transit Van
Bb
He never shot a Panterra fan
C7
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash
Eb7 F7
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash
Gm
He likes ben Folds and the Jackson 5
Bb
He knows all the words to Staying Alive
C7
And though he wants to be all grungy and cool
Eb7 F7
He spent eleven years at a private school
Gm
So it dont matter how he tries
Bb
He cannot hide behind his rock and roll lies
C7
Cos you've either got it or you don't
Eb F
Yeah you'll either rock or you won't
Gm C7 Bb
Yeah you've either got it or you don't (got it or you don’t)
Bb C7 Eb F Ab Am
Yeah you'll either rock or you won't (babadababadababadabawoo)
Am Dm
He knows that his music lacks depth, but it just can't be helped
G Am
He has nothing interesting to say, so he writes about himself
Am Dm
But he doesn't want to seem self-obsessed, so he writes in third person
G Am
In an attempt to seem more rock and roll but he suspects it's not working
Dm G
And deep in his heart he knows he
C G/B Am C/G
Will never be Bono or Bowie
Dm G
And even if he was quite pretty
E
With small pants like Kylie
Esus4 Am
He knows that he, will always be
G
A rock and roll nerd
C G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world don’t care about
Am C/G Dm/F Em7
And though they won't be heard he'll just keep writing, oh yeah, yeah
F G
You can criticise him but he won't care
F
Cos he wants to rock
C/E D
And he will never be deterred
F/G
But he'll always be a fucked up little
Try-hard wannabe
Am E/G# C/G D/F# F G Am
Rock and roll nerd
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