No Rock and Roll Record Songtext
von Custard

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