Well it's 3pm, time to lock the gate
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Gotta get it on the stage
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My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day
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When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic
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I fuckin' checka-checka one, two, three
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I plug it in, I make a sound as good as can be
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Cause the rockers rock, but the roadies roll
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Gotta take mic because I take control
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Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' stage
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Because the roadie knows what the roadie knows
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And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes
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And he hides off in the shadows off the stage
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Because the roadie
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Looks a thousand miles with his eyes
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And when the crowd roars
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Brings a tear drop to the roadie's eyes
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Tears of pride
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Because he brought you the show
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But you will never know
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He's changing the strings
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While hiding in the wings
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No matter how hard, the show must go on
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Then a beautiful girl come to me
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She say, "Hey can I sucka your dick?"
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I say, "Yays, I am in love"
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Then she quickly say, "I sucked your dick
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Now give me that backstage pass
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I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode"
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I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams
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Without me there'd be no sound from those amps
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Without me there'd be no lights on the stage
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But you don't applaud for me
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No, I am the roadie!
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Lonesome warrior searching for the soul
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No, I am the roadie!
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I make the rock go!
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Roadie, roadie, roadie!
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Roadie
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| Tenacious D |
