Lyrics:
There was a bunch of roadiesAnd this here is their storyA scurvy bunch of evil twitsWho never say they’re sorryThey’ve traveled cross the nationsFuckin’ paid vacationsWe love the schism that they makeThey’re here for the duration(Chorus:)Friggin’ in the riggin’ (3x)There was fuck all else to doThe captains name is RickWhose “Bozo-do” is slickHe really thinks he knows it allHe’s just a Jersey hickWanking, cranking, GeorgieHe always finds an orgyHe rubs his balls and picks his noseHe’s horny Georgie porgie(Repeat Chorus)The kind of sleaze is RingPolaroid’s his thingHe whipped it out, her teeth fell outAnd now it’s in a slingFrom LA we have TroyHis fetish is PlayboyA smelly trout, he’ll eat it outGo wash your hands you’re M.O.I.(Chorus)John Tempesta is The JokerThe Adams apple chokerSandra Bernhard is his twinHe’d probably even poke herThe B-boy was John RooneyHe was a fuckin’ loonyHe does a rap, he thinks he’s blackHe’s soft like Gerry Cooney(Repeat Chorus)Yo my name is BillDur, bouncing is my skill, duh,Smoke ten packs and use my plaqueDuh, with my breath I’ll killThursby is the lard assThe monitors are his taskThe sound they made when the band playedWas like Ed Trunk with bad gas(Repeat Chorus)The photobug is AmboHe’ll fill up any hairy holeWe’ll blindfold you with dental flossYou burnt out fuckin’ bimboThe bottom line is ZOh please don’t sit on meGo wipe your hemorrhoid ridden buttYou 1960’s hippie!(Repeat Chorus)This here was the storyAbout our fuckin’ roadiesA scurvy bunch of evil twitsWho never say they’re sorryThey’ve traveled cross the nationsFuckin’ paid vacationsWe love the schism that they makeThey’re here for the duration(Repeat Chorus)