Roadie Roll On - Alvin Stardust

Shoot on up to Newcastle, weekend gigs

On a two night stopover, I’m living in digs

With greasy spoon breakfast and supper and tea

These syrup of figs’ll be the death of me

I got my base man, drummer and my rusty (trusty?) old axe

So keep your motor running — gonna cut me some wax

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

And on and on

Monday morning — sees us steaming down the A1

At 4 in the morning, isn’t show business fun

There’s only one wiper working, trannies and bits

I’m taking in weather — really gave me the pits

Here comes another wagon, must be doing a ton

When I open my eyes, I hope the race’ll be won

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on — and on and on

(D'ya hear me?)

Two number 1's and a couple of 3's

I’m down looking living the way that you see

I owe my mum a fortune, but she said it’s alright

But can I get a haircut, ‘cos I do look a sight

Here comes some silly sucker working 9 till 5

Man do I know whether I’m dead or alive

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on

I say roll, roadie roll on and on and on