Too Close to Rock - Samson

We had you trained to be so classical

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

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

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