Friggin' in the Riggin'

[Intro]

Away, you roadies!

[Whistling]

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 2]

The captain's 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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 3]

The king 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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 4]

John Tempesta is The Joker

The Adam's 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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 5]

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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

"You know what I like"

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 6]

The photobug is Ambo

He'll fill up any hairy hole

He'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!

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Verse 7]

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

[Chorus]

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

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There was fuck all else to do

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do

[Degenerates into fast mumbles and ad libs]