About the song
The Who’s “Substitute” is a classic rock song released in 1966. Here’s a breakdown of its background and themes:
Background:
- Written by Pete Townshend, inspired by Smokey Robinson’s “The Tracks of My Tears”
- Released as a single, reaching #5 in the UK charts
- Later included on the compilation album “Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy”
- Considered a high-energy rock song with a prominent guitar riff
Themes:
- Feeling like a replacement: The lyrics explore the feelings of someone who feels like they’re just a substitute for someone else, particularly in a romantic relationship.
- Angst and frustration: The song captures a sense of teenage angst and frustration with the narrator’s situation.
- Rebellion: The Who were known for their rebellious sound, and “Substitute” reflects this attitude with its driving rhythm and powerful vocals.
- Identity: There’s a broader theme of questioning identity and feeling like you don’t quite fit in.
“Substitute” remains a popular song and has been covered by many artists. It’s a great example of The Who’s early sound and their ability to capture teenage emotions.
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Lyrics
You think we look pretty good togetherYou think my shoes are made of leatherBut I’m a substitute for another guyI look pretty tall but my heels are highThe simple things you see are all complicatedLook pretty young, but I’m just back dated, yeah
Substitute your lies for factI can see right through your plastic macI look all white, but my dad was blackMy fine looking suit is really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouthThe north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing southAnd now you dare to look me in the eyeThose crocodile tears are what you cryIt’s a genuine problem, you won’t tryTo work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for himSubstitute my coke for ginSubstitute you for my momAt least I’ll get my washing done…
I’m a substitute for another guyI look pretty tall but my heels are highThe simple things you see are all complicatedLook pretty young, but I’m just back dated, yeah…
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouthThe north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing southAnd now you dare to look me in the eyeThose crocodile tears are what you cryIt’s a genuine problem, you won’t tryTo work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for himSubstitute my coke for ginSubstitute you for my momAt least I’ll get my washing done
Substitute your lies for factI can see right through your plastic macI look all white, but my dad was blackMy fine looking suit is really made out of sack