Well it's 3 P.M. 
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 it sound as good as can be

'Cause the rockers rock
But the roadies roll
Gotta take them like it, 'cause I take control
Gotta get that [bad word] up on that [bad word]  stage

'Cause 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
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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 [bad word] to me she
Says, "Hey can I sucka your [bad word] 
I say "Yays, I am in love"
Then she quickly says, "I sucked your [bad word]  now gimme that backstage pass
I do not want you roadie, I want K.G's chode"

I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams
Without me there'd be now 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 a soul
No! I am the roadie! 
I make the rock go 

Roadie, Roadie, Roadie!