Lyric

Yeah, It’s True (So What?)

First time pop ever knocked me flat

Tom Jones in a locker room — imagine that

“Love Me Tonight” loud and tight

Hit that skinny kid just right

Yeah, not exactly cool, now is it?

Ain’t the Beatles, ain’t Cream — forget it

But that’s how it went, I admit it

So what? I don’t regret it

First record I laid my cash on down

Simon & Garfunkel — small-town sound

“El Condor Pasa” floatin’ slow

Too deep for a kid to know

Yeah, not rebel gold, now was it?

Ain’t “Satisfaction” spinnin’ on it

But that was the groove — I was in it

So what? I won’t rewrite it

Sixty years done slipped on by

Dropped the needle, let it dry

Had some nights I let it slide

Now I build songs with AI

Who’d have guessed this twist of fate?

Man and machine jammin’ late

Oh my God…

Yeah, yeah

Folk snuck in one summer night

Dashboard glow, radio light

Ain’t Dylan shoutin’ revolution

Just some dusty-road solution

Yeah, no cool-kid badge, now was it?

Ain’t Greenwich Village, can’t fake it

But it cut deep — gotta face it

So what? I still embrace it

Sixty years in a rock ’n’ roll blur

From vinyl crackle to digital stir

Store-bought hits don’t satisfy

Now I brew my own supply

Trends come fast, then they fade

I just grin at the noise they made

Oh my God…

Yeah, yeah