Two old dogs without a name
Trucking down the road to glory
Seeking not to blaze in fame
But to leave a blazing story
Being roadies is their game
Rough of trouser, hair of h***y
They're the ones you cannot tame
Backline front and morning Tory
Theirs, the lifestyle that surpasses
They're the coolest of the classes
Yours is blonde and mine's got glasses
Give them both their backstage passes
Euro dogs without a draw
Punching down the road to Stuttgart
Not 'til Munich will they score
There's just enough to have a kick start
Put the pedal through the floor
Whack this mother down the ausbahn
Band get in at half-past four
Sound check, sandwich and a sweetheart
Getting gear in, they're the masters
Couldn't rig it any faster
Break a leg in a disaster
Fix it with a sticky plaster
Two old dogs who know their gig
Piling feedback through the wedges
Hanging off the lighting rig
Miles of flex along the ledges
Twenty thousand make that big
Get more in around the edges
Turn up sweaty at the lig
Such the perks and privileges
They're the hardest of the grafters
Load the truck up to the rafters
Hear the sound of roadies laughter
In the hotel for their afters
Trucking down the road to glory
Seeking not to blaze in fame
But to leave a blazing story
Being roadies is their game
Rough of trouser, hair of h***y
They're the ones you cannot tame
Backline front and morning Tory
Theirs, the lifestyle that surpasses
They're the coolest of the classes
Yours is blonde and mine's got glasses
Give them both their backstage passes
Euro dogs without a draw
Punching down the road to Stuttgart
Not 'til Munich will they score
There's just enough to have a kick start
Put the pedal through the floor
Whack this mother down the ausbahn
Band get in at half-past four
Sound check, sandwich and a sweetheart
Getting gear in, they're the masters
Couldn't rig it any faster
Break a leg in a disaster
Fix it with a sticky plaster
Two old dogs who know their gig
Piling feedback through the wedges
Hanging off the lighting rig
Miles of flex along the ledges
Twenty thousand make that big
Get more in around the edges
Turn up sweaty at the lig
Such the perks and privileges
They're the hardest of the grafters
Load the truck up to the rafters
Hear the sound of roadies laughter
In the hotel for their afters