For People Who Don't Dig Rock

by A. Karpinski
© 2006 A. Karpinski, BMI, all rights reserved

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Intro chant:
(Nashville gets it, LA don't
Na-na-na-Nashville gets it, LA don't
Na-na-na-Nashville gets it, LA don't)

Verse 1:
Pimp my prides to the powers in LA
Tunes bounce back, message is “No way”
Labeled retro rock
Tell me my stuff ain't what's sweet
They want clones of chart's elite
Don't want retro rock
But on Billboard rock's a no show
Rare events are brooding emo
Lighten up, people, music should be fun!

Chorus:
(I must be) writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig rock
Making my music twenty years behind the clock
Nashville gets it, LA thinks it's schlock
(I must be) writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig rock

Repeat intro chant

Verse 2:
So I head to the home of country
Hoots and hollers sure surprise me
Love my retro rock
Even unplugged at a folk fair
Clappin' and tappin', all the folks there
Love my retro rock
All the X's, Z's, and Edges on the airwaves
Full of whiners, anger, and outrage
Lighten up, people, music should be fun!

Repeat chorus and intro chant

Bridge:
Aren't retro rockets for deceleration
My groove pocket shouts of facination
To your feet which succumb to the beat of the drums and screaming strings

End chorus:
(I must be) writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig rock
Making my music twenty years behind the clock
Nashville gets it, LA thinks it's schlock
(I must be) writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig rock
(Writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig)
Writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig rock
(Nashville gets it, LA don't
Na-na-na-Nashville gets it, LA don't)
I'm writing rock'n'roll for people who don't dig . . . rock