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There was a bunch of roadies
And this here is their story
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry

They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

The captains name is Rick
Whose "Bozo-do" is slick
He really thinks he knows it all
He's just a Jersey hick

Wanking, cranking, Georgie
He always finds an orgy
He rubs his balls and picks his nose
He's horny Georgie porgie

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

The kind of sleaze is Ring
Polaroid's his thing
He whipped it out, her teeth fell out
And now it's in a sling

From LA we have Troy
His fetish is Playboy
A smelly trout, he'll eat it out
Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

John Tempesta is The Joker
The Adams apple choker
Sandra Bernhard is his twin
He'd probably even poke her

The B-boy was John Rooney
He was a fuckin' loony
He does a rap, he thinks he's black
He's soft like Gerry Cooney

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

Yo my name is Bill
Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh,
Smoke ten packs and use my plaque
Duh, with my breath I'll kill

Thursby is the lard ass
The monitors are his task
The sound they made when the band played
Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

The photobug is Ambo
He'll fill up any hairy hole
We'll blindfold you with dental floss
You burnt out fuckin' bimbo

The bottom line is Z
Oh please don't sit on me
Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt
You 1960's hippie!

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

This here was the story
About our fuckin' roadies
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
There was a bunch of roadies    And this here is their story    A scurvy bunch of evil twits    Who never say they're sorry       They've traveled cross the nations    Fuckin' paid vacations    We love the schism that they make    They're here for the duration       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       The captains name is Rick    Whose "Bozo-do" is slick    He really thinks he knows it all    He's just a Jersey hick       Wanking, cranking, Georgie    He always finds an orgy    He rubs his balls and picks his nose    He's horny Georgie porgie       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       The kind of sleaze is Ring    Polaroid's his thing    He whipped it out, her teeth fell out    And now it's in a sling       From LA we have Troy    His fetish is Playboy    A smelly trout, he'll eat it out    Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       John Tempesta is The Joker    The Adams apple choker    Sandra Bernhard is his twin    He'd probably even poke her       The B-boy was John Rooney    He was a fuckin' loony    He does a rap, he thinks he's black    He's soft like Gerry Cooney       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       Yo my name is Bill    Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh,    Smoke ten packs and use my plaque    Duh, with my breath I'll kill       Thursby is the lard ass    The monitors are his task    The sound they made when the band played    Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       The photobug is Ambo    He'll fill up any hairy hole    We'll blindfold you with dental floss    You burnt out fuckin' bimbo       The bottom line is Z    Oh please don't sit on me    Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt    You 1960's hippie!       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do       This here was the story    About our fuckin' roadies    A scurvy bunch of evil twits    Who never say they're sorry    They've traveled cross the nations    Fuckin' paid vacations    We love the schism that they make    They're here for the duration       Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    Friggin' in the riggin'    There was fuck all else to do