Lyrics:

Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He's got a cellphone and a backstage pass
He's got a big gut and a big fat ass
He's a big fat road manager
A big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
A big fat road manager
He plugs in guitars and microphone jacks
Big fat road manager
He makes sure the system won't feed back
Big fat road manager
He yells check one 'til his face turns blue
Big fat road manager
Don't you wish he could count to two?
He's a big (he's a big) fat road manager
A big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big fat road manager
The contract says there's beer for free
Big fat road manager
A bottle for you and a case for me
Big fat road manager
I'll make sure you've a place to stay
Big fat road manager
Then I'll eat your deli tray
He's a big, (he's a big) fat road manager
Big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big, (he's a big) fat road manager
Big fat road manager
You may wonder why the road manager's so wide
He's the one who blocks the door when the tax collector comes by
The tour hits the road, he spends his day
Big fat road manager
At an all-you-can-eat buffet
Big fat road manager
But if he can come to terms
Big fat road manager
He will manage the Arrogant Worms
As our big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big (he's a big) fat road manager
Big fat road manager (he's big, he's fat, he's a road manager)
He's big, he's fat, he's a road manager, he's big, he's fat, he's a road manager, he's a big fat road manager
He'll be our big fat (he's big, he's fat, and he manages roads) road manager, big fat road manager
He's a big fat (he's big, he's fat, and he manages roads) road manager
Big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
Is this thing on?