You won't find my records

On a shelf at HMV, 

But you don't have to pay because

I'll play my songs for free. 

You may not like my music, 

You may not like my style, 

It has been out of fashion now

For a long, long while. 

 

Acid house and drum 'n' bass

Are not my cup of tea, 

I'm not like all those boy bands

That you see on your TV, 

I don't know how to hip-hop, 

I don't know R 'n' B, 

Well all that bling and gangsta rap

Is really not for me. 

 

I like Woody Guthrie, 

And Bobby Dylan too, 

I liked old Robert Johnson, 

When he played the Delta blues, 

And I like Lonnie Donegan, 

And Buffy Sainte-Marie, 

I love the sound of Donovan,

On a dusty old LP. 

 

I'm under no illusions, 

I'll never be a star, 

Strumming endless ballads

On an old twelve-string guitar. 

I'll never get to number one, 

Playing in the charts, 

But I can write a three-chord song

And play it from the heart.