Oh, I spoke down on the road
I had such a bloody load
That I didn't know why
I didn't know what to do

It was hanging all to one side
I had such a long, long ride
That I didn't know why
I didn't know what to do

But I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I got to get the hell out of here

Well, I ran along to a phone
And I found the thing was blown
So I didn't know what, I didn't know what to do
Some dude lost a handball and hauled the damn thing off the wall

I didn't know what, I didn't know what to do

But I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I got to get the hell outta here
I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I've got to get the hell outta here

Well, I ran back to my rig
I had to try to make the gig
Oh, but I didn't know what
I didn't know what to do

Well, I tripped and I broke my leg
I took a chunk right out my head
Oh, I didn't know what
I didn't know what to do

But I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I've got to get the hell out of here
Well, I crawled onto my wagon
And the guy had set the load on

And I didn't know what, I didn't know what to do
I looked all around the zone
I saw a dude with a telephone
Leakin' off of a train with a dog in the rain

I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I got to get the hell outta here
I'm a roadie, I'm a roadie
I'm a roadie and I got to get the hell outta here