Rock N' Roll Nerd

Em
Doesn't have a problem with drugs,
                Am
He just doesn't do them,
     D
He's fine that his mates have 
tattoos,
                        Em
But he reckon's they'll rue 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
And all he's ever wanted to be
     G            G/B     Em
Is a rock star on RAGE or MTV,
       Am                      D
But he knows that it's not fucking 
likely,
              B
He just turned thirty

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  
Or be an icon for the 
                Bb
disenfranchised masses,
                  A                
Grow his hair long and rebel 
   Bb
against the state,
        Bb                 C
But for now that'd have to wait,
                     A          
'Cause he's running late for his 
    D
morning classes.

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                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,

          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 upper-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       
He hasn't spent a single night in 
        C
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                          
Marijuana always tends to make him 
     Bb
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.


Vocal riffing
[G-D-A]

Key change;

          G
While his mates all stay out late,
        Bb              C
Popping pills and havin fun,
                  G
He stays 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
While the other kids liked Gunners 
he liked Queen,
                     G7
He's more into Beatles than the 
Stones,
                   Bb             c
He's more Stevie Wonder than 
Ramones,
                Dm
He never owned a panel van,
                 F
He never shot a Sepultura 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 although he wants to be all 
  G7
grungy 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.

                  F                
You can criticise him and he won't 
G
care,
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will
   F                          C/E 
 never be deterred,
       D

      F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little 
tryhard wannabe
                  Am
rock'n'roll nerd
E/G#                    C/G      
(Stairway to Heaven Chords)
               D7/F#

                        F          
A rock?n?roll nerd?
     Am