Well it's 3pm, time to lug the gear
 Gotta get it on the stage
 My muscles flex, my [bad word]  sweat will save the day

 When I check the mic, I [bad word]  check the mic
 I [bad word]  checka-checka one, two, three
 I plug it in, I make a sound as good as can be

 Cause the rockers rock, but the roadies roll
 Gotta take the mic because I take control
 Gotta get that [bad word] up on that [bad word]  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 off the stage

 Because the roadie
 Looks a thousand miles with his eyes
 And when the crowd roars
 Brings a tear drop 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 [bad word] to me
 She say, "Hey can I sucka your [bad word] "
 I say, "Yays, I am in love"
 Then she quickly say, "I sucked your [bad word]  Now give me that backstage pass
 I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode"

 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!