Well it's three PM
Time to lug the gear, got to get it on the stage
My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day
When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic
I fuckin' checka checka one, two, three
I plug it in, I make it sound as good as can be

'Cause the rockers rock
But the roadies roll, gotta take the mic
Beause I take control
Gotta get that shit up on that fucking stage
Because 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 a thousand miles with his eyes
And when the crowd roars
Brings a teardrop to the roadie's 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 say
"Hey can I sucka your dick?"
I say "Yes", I am in love
Then she quickly say "I sucked your dick
Now give me that backstage pass
I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode"

Oh, I'm standing at the threshold 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 applaud for me, no

I am the roadie
Lonesome warrior searching for his soul, no
I am the roadie, I make the rock go

Roadie, roadie, roadie

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