B Well, oh they might wear classic Reeboks B Or knackered Converse B Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks E But all of that's what the point is not Em The point's that there ain't no romance around there B And there's the truth that they can't see B They'd probably like to throw a punch at me B E And if you could only see them, then you would agree Em Agree that there ain't no romance around there Chorus: G#m F#m7 You know, oh it's a funny thing you know E We'll tell 'em if you like Em We'll tell 'em all tonight B They'll never listen G#m Because their minds are made up C#m F# B And course it's all okay to carry on that way 'Cause over there there's broken bones There's only music so that there's new ringtones And it dun't take no Sherlock Holmes To see it's a little different around here Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands And just 'cause he's had a couple of cans He thinks it's all right to act like a dickhead Chorus G#m But I said no F#m7 Oh no! E Em Well you won't get me to go! B G#m Not anywhere, not anywhere C#m F# No, I won't go B Oh no no! But over there, there's friends of mine What can I say? I've known 'em for a long long time And they might overstep the line But you just cannot get angry in the same way No, not in the same way Said, not in the same way Oh no, oh no, no | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#m E Em F# F#m F#m7 G#m B |