We had you trained to be so cla**ical
Yes and you learned to play the guitar at school
But now we've caught you, you've been playing the fool
We don't think your musical taste is cool
[CHORUS:]
You were too close to rock and roll
I paid for the teacher so I own your soul
Move out of the house, you can't use the car
You spend your lectures just drinking in the college bar
You don't wanna get a job, you won't get far
Pretty soon you're gonna come home, gonna need your Ma and Pa
[REPEAT CHORUS]
[SOLO]
Too close to rock and roll
I paid for the man I own your soul
Leading me on you've been a bad bad boy
Betcha since you've been a kid, you've been a mama's toy
Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!
Too close to, too close to, too close to
Too close to rock and roll