[Intro – four-count on sticks; dry floor tom enters alone, then clipped Telecaster and Jaguar riffs lock together in tight eighth-notes; bass joins on the second repeat, pushing octaves under the guitars] One for the ages One for the ages One for the— [full-band stop; guitar amp hum left hanging] Oh, here we go [Verse 1 – bounding live-room groove; half-spoken lead vocal, clipped consonants; Telecaster plays a bright two-note figure while Jaguar answers between lines; bass drives straight eighth-notes; drums stay dry and tight with floor-tom accents] She came through the side door Somebody dropped a glass Kev missed the next chord And never got it back [Jaguar makes a brief wrong-note scrape] I said, “She’s nothing special” While looking at my shoes Then she looked across at me [drums and bass drop out; guitars choke the final chord] That shut me up [Chorus – full band explodes in; both guitars widen into blunt open chords around the main riff; crash cymbal on every downbeat; octave bass pushes hard; lead vocal chesty and cracked, gang vocals shouted from across the room] I’m alright! (He’s alright!) But she’s one for the ages I’m alright! (Yeah, alright!) But she’s one for the ages [guitars return to the wiry hook; drums reduce to kick, snare and floor tom] Look at her Look at me [one-beat full-band stop] You get the picture [all instruments crash back together] I’m alright! But she’s one for the ages (One for the ages!) (One for the ages!) [Post-Chorus – gang chant over the twin-guitar hook; bass continues climbing octaves; floor toms roll into the next section] [Instrumental Break – eight bars; Telecaster repeats the main hook while Jaguar plays a scratchy counter-line higher up the neck; no polished soloing; drums open slightly with loose crash hits and a quick tom fill before snapping back] [Verse 2 – vocal enters before the band fully settles; guitars return to clipped interlocking figures; bass stays restless beneath the vocal; snare slightly behind the beat for a scruffy live feel] She said, “Have we met before?” I said, “Not officially” [guitars briefly stop; one muted string scrape] She laughed and caught my sleeve [drums drop out; bass holds one low note; clean guitar harmonic rings] Just there... Above the wrist [snare flam; full band snaps back into the groove] Then some lad appeared beside her She left with him at two I told the boys I hadn’t noticed [guitars cut to dead-muted scratches] Still facing the door [short rising floor-tom fill; guitars climb in parallel into the chorus] [Chorus – louder and rougher than before; vocal pushed harder, slight crack on “alright”; gang vocals closer and less controlled; Jaguar doubles the final syllables with stabbing chords] I’m alright! (He’s alright!) But she’s one for the ages I’m alright! (Keep saying it!) But she’s one for the ages [drums shift briefly to half-time; guitars leave more space] She caught my sleeve Just above the wrist [one-beat silence] That was it [snare hit alone, then full band] I’m alright! But she’s one for the ages (One for the ages!) (One for the ages!) [Break – half-time floor-tom pulse; bass reduces to one repeated note; Telecaster plays a thin tremolo figure; Jaguar lets feedback breathe; vocal exposed and increasingly unconvincing] I’m alright I’m alright I’m alright [all instruments drop out except quiet amp buzz] Just there Above the wrist [spoken close to the mic] Yeah. I know. [Build – bass begins an octave climb; floor toms add one hit each bar; guitars re-enter as palm-muted pulses, gradually opening into ringing chords] [Instrumental Break – four bars of rising twin-guitar tension; no lead solo, just both riffs pushing against each other; gang shouts buried in the room sound] (Hey!) (Hey!) (Hey!) [Final Chorus – ragged double chorus; full open chords, wide octave bass, crash-heavy drums; lead vocal nearly shouting; gang vocals deliberately imperfect and slightly late] She’s one for the ages! One for the ages! One for the ages! I’m alright! (He’s alright!) But she’s one for the ages I’m alright! (He’s not alright!) But she’s one for the ages [guitars return sharply to the original clipped riff] Look at her Look at me [full-band stop; vocal left alone] You get the picture [drummer counts one beat on the rim; whole band crashes back in] I’m alright! I’m alright! I’m— [hard cut; feedback and room noise only] Just there Above the wrist [Outro – drums restart with a fast floor-tom drive; guitars stutter the main hook in short bursts; gang vocals surround the lead; tempo feels as though it might run away] One for the ages! One for the ages! (Just above the wrist!) One for the ages! [guitars strike three descending chords; drums stop after the second, leaving the final chord exposed] Oh, leave it. [final unison hit; abrupt room-sound cut]
