The Beatles burned in Birmingham, 
Birmingham Alabama
Fender made my guitar in Japan, 
H-Qued in Arizona
The king is dead, cos he went pop
But then they try to manufacture rock
(And that did suck)
Chorus
These things come to me naturally
You'll learn to accept eventually
Tell me ladies n gents, if you think this is
The last Bastion of Prejudice
What did I miss or I dared to miss
Bankers chasing their Ponzi schemes
Rock n roll, they're living the dream
But Georgie rammed his car in a tree
In a daze he's looking at me
Polar meltdown, the warming's begun (A war has begun, a war has begun)
I make a point of their lives in The Sun
Cos you ain't got none
No no Sir
Bridge
Cos I never got to listen to Bob Dylan
The change has ended a Rolling Stone
Filling the gaps and holes
Exploring the great unknown
Made up stories to be told
As Plots and schemes unfold