Rock N Roll Nerd

Em
Doesn't have a problem with drugs,
                Am
He just doesn't get them,
     D
He's fine that his mates have 
tattoos,
                           Em
But he thinks they'll regret them,

Em
He likes going to pubs,
                                Am
But he hates it when the music's too
 loud,
    D
He tends not to go to rock concerts,
                          Em
'Cause he can't stand the crowd

    Am                      D
But all he's ever wanted to be
     G            Em
Is a rock star on MTV,
       Am                      D
But he knows that it's not fucking 
likely,
                 B
He's in his mid thirties

He knows that..

               Em
He will always be
              D
A rock'n'roll nerd,
                     G             
He'll keep writing songs the world 
         G/B
will never hear,
            Em            G
And though they won't be heard,
            Am            Bm
He'll just keep writing. Oh yeah,

        A               Dm
But you see the problem is,
          G7                 C
He always dreamt of being a star,
             F7          Bb
But he learnt piano instead of 
guitar,
                A                  
Which in the nineties didn't get 
      Dm
you very far,
                  G7        
So while the other kids were 
        C
learning Stairway,
              F7            Bb
He was the piano to their forte,

                 A
But he was convinced one day
                       Bb
He'd rock their fucking asses,
           A          
And be an icon for the 
               Bb
disenfranchised masses,
                  A                
Grow his hair long and rebel 
   Bb
against the state,
          Bb                 C
But just for now that'd have to 
wait,
                     A           
'Cause he's running late, for his 
   D
morning classes.

                Em
And he will always be
                D
A rock'n'roll nerd,
                                G  
He'll keep playing gigs that no-one
        G/B
 knows about,
        Em                G
And though it sounds absurd
                Am          Bm
He'll just keep playing, oh yeah,

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          A             Dm
But you see the problem is,
          G7                       
There's not much depth in what he's
     C
 singing,
                        F7       
He's a victim of his happy middle 
          Bb
class upbringing,
             A
So he can't write about the hood, or
 bling bling,

Dm                      
So he sits and imagines his 
G7              C
girlfriend is dead,
        F7                       
To try to evoke some angst in his 
        Bb
middle class head,
                        A
But the bitch is always fine at half
 past nine when they
        Dm
Go to bed,

                        G7         
And he's not spent a single night 
      C
in prison,
         F7             Bb
He has no issues with nutrition,
                            A    
He has no drinking problem and no 
           Bb
drug addiction.
                      A            
Unless you count the drugs they put
      Bb
 in chicken,
          A                        
And marijuana always tends to make 
       Bb
him cough,

He doesn't look good with his 
 C
t-shirt off,
                    A
And when he tries to act tough, you 
can tell he's
D
Tricking.

          G
While his mates all stay out late,
        Bb              C
Popping pills and having fun,
                  G
He goes home and showers,

And gets a good eight hours,
            Bb                     
He gets his thrills from his 
  A
morning run,
          G
While his mates all go on dates,
              Bb                 
Taking speed and drinking cans of 
   C
Jim Beam,
                  G
He stays home and cooks,

And curls up with a book,
                          Bb       
And the girl he's had since he was 
 A
seventeen


                         Dm
'Cause he's never really been part 
of the scene,
                              F7
Give him Guns N Roses, he'll take 
Queen,
                     G7
He's more into Beatles than the 
Stones,
                   Bb       
He's more Stevie Wonder than 
      C
Ramones,
              Dm
And he never owned a Transit van,
                 F
He never shot a Pantera fan,
He doesn't know the difference 
          G7
between metal and thrash,
                         Bb        
He couldn't tell you nothing about 
           C
Axl and Slash,
             Dm
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson 
Five,
                             F7
He knows all the words to Stayin' 
Alive,
And though he tries to be all grungy
G7
 and cool

              Bb                 C
He spent eleven years in a private 
school,

                        Dm
So it doesn't matter how hard he 
tries,
                   F7
He cannot hide behind his rock n' 
roll lies,
                       G7
'Cause you've either got it or you 
don't,
                       Bb          
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you 
C
won't,
                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you 
wont.

                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you 
wont.
                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you 
wont.
                  Dm   F7   G7   C
You've either got-

Em
He knows that his music lacks depth,
                      Am
But it just can't be helped,
       D
He has nothing interesting to say,
                   Em
So he writes about... himself
Em
But he doesn't want to seem 
self-obsessed,
                      Am
So he writes in third person,
   D
In an attempt to seem more rock n' 
roll,
                         Em
But he suspects it's not working.

    Am                      D
And deep in his heart he knows he,
     G                Em
Will never be Bono or Bowie.
    Am                   D
And even if he was quite pretty,
                      B
With small pants like Kylie

he knows that...

                Em
He will always, BE
                D
A rock'n'roll nerd.
                                G  
He'll keep writing songs the world 
        G/B
will never hear,
        Em                G
And though they won't be, no they 
won't be heard
                Am          Bm
He'll just keep writing. Oh yeah.

                   Am              
You might not like him, but he 
  Bm
don't care,
                   Am              
'Cause he wants to rock, and he 
  F           D
will never be deterred,
      F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little 
tryhard wannabe
                  Am