Rock n Roll Nerd

He doesn't have a problem with drugs
He just doesn't get them
He's fine that his mates have tattoos
But he thinks they'll regret them
He likes going to pubs
But he hates it when the music's too loud
He tends not to go to rock concerts
'Cause he can't stand the crowds
And all he's ever wanted to be
Is a rock star on RAGE or MTV
But he knows that it's not fucking likely
Now that he's thirty he knows that

He will always be
A rock 'n' roll nerd
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear
And though the won't be heard
He'll just keep writing, oh yeah

But you see the problem is
He always thought he'd be a star
But he learnt piano instead of guitar
Which in the nineties didn't get you very far
So while the other kids were learning Stairway
He was the piano to their forte
But he was convinced one day
He'd rock their fucking arses
Be an icon for the disenfranchised masses
Grow his hair long and rebel against the state
But just for now that'd have to wait
'Cause he's running late for his morning classes

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

But you see the problem is
There's not much depth in what he's singing
He's a victim of his upper-middle class upbringing
So he can't write about the 'hood, or bling-bling
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead
To try and evoke some angst in his middle class head
But the bitch is always fine at half past nine when they goes to bed
And he's not spent a single night in prison
He has no issues with nutrition
He has no drinking problem and no drug addiction
Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken
And marijuana always tends to make him cough
He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off
And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's tricking

While his mates all go out late
Popping pills and havin’ fun
He stays home and showers
And gets a good eight hours
He gets his thrills from his morning run
While his mates all go on dates
Taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Beam
He stays home and cooks
And curls up with a book
And the girl he's had since he was seventeen

'Cause he's never really been part of the scene
Give him Guns 'n' Roses, he'll take Queen
He's more into Beatles than the Stones
He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones
And he's never owned a panel van
He never shot a Sepultura fan
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five
He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive
And though he wants to be all grungy and cool
He spent eleven years in a private school
So it doesn't matter how hard he tries
He cannot hide behind his rock 'n' roll lies
'Cause you've either got it or you don't
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't
You've either got it or you don't
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont

He knows that his music lacks depth
But it just can't be helped
He has nothing interesting to say
So he writes about himself
But he doesn't want to seem self-obsessed
So he writes in third person
In an attempt to sound more rock n roll
But he suspects it's not working
And deep in his heart he knows
That he'll never be Silverchair, or Eskimo Joe
And even if he was quite pretty
With small pants like Kylie
He knows that

He will always be
A rock 'n' roll nerd
He'll keep writing songs the world don't care about
And though it sounds absurd
He'll just keep writing, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You can criticise him and he won't care, care, care
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred
But he'll always be a fucked-up little tryhard wannabe rock 'n' roll nerd