Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along, I wrote a song for you, And all the things you do, And it was called "Yellow."
So then I took my turn, Oh what a thing to have done, And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin，Oh yeah, your skin and bones, Turn into something beautiful, You know, you know I love you so, You know I love you so.
I swam across, I jumped across for you, Oh what a thing to do. Cos you were all "Yellow," I drew a line, I drew a line for you, Oh what a thing to do, And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin, Oh yeah your skin and bones, Turn into something beautiful, And you know for you, I'd bleed myself dry for you,I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, Look how they shine for you, Look how they shine for you, Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you, Look how they shine for you, Look how they shine.
Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And all the things that you do.
Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go
Do you remember Hullabaloo, Upbeat, Shinding and Ed Sullivan too? Do you remember rock'n'roll radio? Do you remember rock'n'roll radio?
Do you remember Murray the K, Alan Freed, and high energy? It's the end, the end of the 70's It's the end, the end of the century
Do you remember lying in bed With your covers pulled up over your head? Radio playin' so no one can see We need change, we need it fast Before rock's just part of the past 'Cause lately it all sounds the same to me Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Will you remember Jerry Lee, John Lennon, T. Rex and OI Moulty? It's the end, the end of the 70's It's the end, the end of the century
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs, From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.
And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar, I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far, But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee, And the only person in my band is me.
A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty. I cannot fail, I've got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.
And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line For hours in the desert, I'd drive for hours at a time. But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee, And the only person in this car is me.
And yes I'm in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes, But I try to make a sound my own. I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound, But I try to make it sound like home.
Well I've been to Texas state, I didn't think it was that fucking great, And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs, Holloway and Hampshire where I belong. And I don't know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar, All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car. I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee, And the only thing I'm offering is me.
