"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"Build it up,
Knock it down.
Fold it square,
Roll it around.
Throw it in the air,
Stick it in the ground!"
But it's too bad,
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a roustabout!
"Tie it loose,
Make it tight.
If it's wrong,
Do it right!"
Makes me kinda feel,
Like I wanna fight!
But it's too bad,
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a roustabout!
Orders all day and half the night from the boss,
That guy just doesn't wanna see one minute lost!
"Stack it up,
In the rear.
Better still,
Bring it here!"
Wanna take it out,
Stick it in his ear!
But it's too bad,
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a roustabout!
A handyman is all I am around this place,
Everytime I turn around,
He's right up in my face!
"Bring it in,
Bring it out!"
When I'm slow,
Boy, he shouts!
Gettin' awful tired,
Runnin' in and out!
But it's too bad,
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a roustabout!
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
Writer(s): Otis Blackwell, Winfield Scott
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