Gavin Osborn

The First Recorder Playing Rock n' Roll Star
He felt so misunderstood that he learned how to play the recorderCause as far as he knew nobody else did thatHe sat in his room working out tunes that he thought ofCursed himself when the notes he played were flatAnd when he played his recorder it took away all of his troublesLike doing crosswords used to for a whileThe girl that he liked had a boyfriend who liked to blow bubblesAnd she had a smile that could make the whole world smileBut he'd seen a film where the unpopular kidSays all the right stuff to the girl who doesn't hear it enoughFrom her guitar playing boyfriend with the new sports carHe heard her say to him, 'You're so unoriginal''I just want someone who's a little bit different''Who plays from another instrument instead of guitar'So he wanted to be the first recorder playing rock n' roll starThey got together on a tidal wave of public opinionFrom the misfit boys to the swoonsome girls at schoolSo many orders, sales of recorders hit millionsAnd showing you were blowing bubbles wasn't coolSigned to a new major label who said they were able to start itIf he could just punk up his hair and wear a chain around his wristAnd well, soon he was unleashed when they said there was a niche in the marketFor a hobo solo wind instrumentalistSongtexteBut he'd seen a film where the popular kid shakes hand with the prime ministerAnd everything gets a little sinister and eventually you have to give up the girlWell, she said to him through a slightly forced grin'I've met a boy who plays the violin and I think he could be the next big thing''The recorder is just so yesterday' and I hated the worldNo longer wanted to be the first recorder playing rock n' roll starHe felt so misunderstood that he learned how to play the recorderBecause as far as he knew nobody else did thatOh but he never played in public despite the requests that he oughtaBecause to be misunderstood you gotta be a diplomatAnd that's the story of the first recorder playing rock n'roll star Aus Songtexte Mania