E
Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
 E
Or knackered Converse
                             A
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
 A
But all of that's what the point is not
                                Am
The point's that there isn't no romance around there

 E
And there's the truth that they can't see
 E
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
     A
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
                            Am
Agree that there isn't no romance around there

  C#m
You know
       B
it's a funny thing you know
 A
We'll tell them if you like
 Am
We'll tell them all tonight
   E
They'll never listen
         C#m
Cause their minds are made up
        F#m/C#              B
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

  E
Over there there's broken bones
                                            A
There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
A
And it doesn't take no Sherlock Holmes
                        Am
To see it's a little different around here

 E
Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands
                                                    A
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
A
And just cause he's had a couple of cans
                            Am 
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

         C#m
Don't you know
       B
it's a funny thing you know
  A
We'll tell them if you like
  Am
We'll tell them all tonight
             E
They'll never listen
           C#m
Cause their minds are made up
             F#M/C#           B
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

           C#m      B
But I said "no", oh no
    A                    Am
Well, you won't get me to go
 E                C#m
Not anywhere, not anywhere
     F#m/C#           C#m
No, I won't go, no, no, no