Roadie Songtext

von Tenacious D

Well, it's 3 p.m,
Time to lug the gear,
Got to get it on the stage,
My muscles flex,
My fucking sweat will save the day.

When I ckeck 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 it can be.

'Cause the Rockers rock,
But the Roadies roll,
Gotta take them like it,
'cause I take control
Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' stage

Because the Roadie knows,
What the Roadie knows,
And the Roadie knows,
That he wears black clothes,
Then he hides off in the shadows of the stage.

Because the Roadie;
Looks a thousand miles with his eyes
And when the crowd raws,
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 hangin' in the winds,
No matter how hard
- the show must go on.

Then a beautiful girl come to me, she say:
"Hey, can I sucka your dick?"
I'll say: "Ye-a-eys - I'm in love!"
And then she quikly say: "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 tresure of your dreams,
Without me there'd be no sound from those amps,
Without me there'd be no lights on the stage,
But you don't applaude for me!
NO!
I am the Roadie - lonesome warrior searching for his soul.
- NO!
I am the Roadie - I make the Rock go!

Ro-o-o-a-a-adie,

Ro-o-o-a-a-adi-i-i-e-e-e,

Ro-o-o-a-a-adi-i-i-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-e-e!