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                      G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world 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                        Dm
Which in the nineties didn't get you very far,
                  G7                C
So while the other kids were 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                  Bb
Or be an icon for the disenfranchised masses,
                  A                   Bb
Grow his hair long and rebel against the state,
        Bb                 C
But for now that'd have to wait,
                     A              D
'Cause he's running late for his morning classes.

                Em
And he will always be
                D
A rock'n'roll nerd,
                                G          G/B
He'll keep playing gigs that no-one 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                            C
There's not much depth in what he's singing,
                        F7                 Bb
He's a victim of his upper-middle class upbringing,
                        A
So he can't write about the 'hood, or bling-bling,

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

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

                               C
He doesn't look good with his 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                       A
He gets his thrills from his morning run,
          G
While his mates all go on dates,
              Bb                    C
Taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Beam,
                  G
He stays home and cooks,

And curls up with a book,
                          Bb        A
And the girl he's had since he was 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,
                                         G7
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash,
                         Bb                   C
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash,
             Dm
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five,
                             F7
He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive,
                                  G7
And although he wants to be all 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          C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you 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                G
You can criticise him and he won't care,
                                       F                          C/E        D
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred,
      F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little tryhard wannabe
                  Am
rock'n'roll nerd
E/G#                    C/G                     D7/F#
(Stairway to Heaven Chords)
                        F               Am
A rock?n?roll nerd?