Well it's 3 P.M.

Time to lug the gear

Gotta get it on the stage

My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day

When I check the mic

I fucka' check the mic

I fucka' checka' checka' 1, 2, 3

I plug it in, I make it sound as good as can be

Cuz the rockers rock

But the roadie's roll

Gotta take them like it, cuz I take control

Gotta get that *** up on that fuckin' stage

Cuz the roadie knows what the roadie knows

And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes

And he hides off in the shadows of the stage

Because the roadie looks 1000 miles with his eyes

And when the crowd roars:

Brings a teardrop to the roadies eyes

Tears of pride

Because he brought you the show

But you will never know

He's changing the strings

While hiding in the wings

No matter how hard, the show must go on

Then a beautiful girl come to me she

Says, "hey can I suckka your dick"

I say yes, I am in love

Then she quickly said, "I sucked your dick, now gimme that backstage pass"

I do not want you roadie, I want K.G's chode

I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams

Without me there'd be now sound from those amps

Without me there'd be no lights on the stage

But you don't applaud for me

I am the roadie:

A lonesome warrior searching for a soul (no! )

I am the roadie:

I make the rock go!

Roadie, Roadie, ROAAADDDIEEEeee