Verse 1:
G Ab
I've tried dolls that were guaranteed
F
sixteen or under none were very exciting
G Dm
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off
F G Bb
they'll get you off but it's just not the real thing
G Cm
Its been decades since my pit days
G C
But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot
G Ab
Still caught up in the old punk protocol
Ab
And dreaming that the teenagers will think
C
that I'm a radical
F
and I still wait for the bus to come where
Eb F
the high school got torn down
Cm Eb
Still expecting to find true love among the
Fm
skateboarders hanging out
F Ab
In the back of the bank in my hometown
Verse 2:
G Am
All this talk and no action's got me stiff
B
from the tit to the bone
F C B
So I'm living in la la land - but at least I'm
Fm Cm
not living at home
G Dm
Same old catcalls, the same old
F
chemicals
Fm
Same old thrills stealing stockings from
G
the shopping mall
Cm
It's simple enough to grow the fuck up
F
happy with the rough cut
G B C
Nobodys in here looking for a diamond in the rough but
B F B
I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly's house
Cm C F
10 years after they cashed it in to make a
Ab Bb
multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven
Bb
and Burger King
Cm Ab
I've got cryptographs I've got all the phones tapped
Cm Am
It's proof enough it is indisputable
Cm
Love's not good enough
Fm
I want photographs
Cm
Something that will teach me my
Ab
arithmetic at last...
Verse 3:
G Cm
Better get your kids in - I'm on the loose again
A B
And getting more ridiculous the more I
Dm F
think I ought to get my mind out of the
G
gutter
F G
(it's getting dangerous, Amanda-you are
Dm E
old enough to be the pork)
G Dm
He's my own private highway from the
F
cradle to the grave
C
I save a bundle skipping middle age and
Fm
Saturdays
G F
and I still wait for the cops to come where
Cm F
the station since burned down
G F
Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the
Eb F
sins I committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
Cm Bb F Cm
I've got autographs, backstage passes
F
and leather jacket back patches up the ass
Cm F Ab
Ask me anything I've got evidence
Cm Bb
Single serving saccharine packets
F Bb Ab
dripping black with lipstick kisses
Verse 4:
G F
I still wait for the bus to come back where
Eb Dm
the high school got torn down
B Bb F
Still expecting to find true love among the
Eb F
skateboarders hanging out
F
In the back of the bank in my home-
Dm Cm
I'm no pederast just out of interest
Ab Cm F
Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up
Ab
and getting dressed
Cm Bb
Love's not good enough I want
Ab
photographs
Cm F Ab
Something that will teach me common sense
Cm Bb
Time and time again
F Cm Bb
I think I'll dye my hair again
Ab
Oh god
Cm
Sixteen
Cm
No, I'm ten
Ab F
I'm seventeen
G
And a bank of Boston beauty queen...