Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He’s got a cell phone and a backstage pass
He’s got a big gutt and a big fat ass
He’s a big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
Big fat road manager
He plugs in gurtairs and microphone jacks
(Big fat road manager)
He makes sure the system wont feed back
(Big fat road manager)
He yells check one til his face turns blue
(Big fat road manager)
Dont you wish he could count to two
He’s a big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big fat road manager
The contract says there’s beer for free
(Big fat road manager)
A bottle for you and a case for me
(Big fat road manager)
I’ll make sure you have a place to stay
(Big fat road manager)
Then I’ll eat your deli tray
He’s a big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big fat road manager
You may wounder, why the road managers so wide
He’s the one who blocks the door when the tax colector comes by
The tour hits the road he spends his day
(Big fat road manager)
At an all you can eat buffet
(Big fat road manager)
But if he can come to termes
(Big fat road manager)
He will manage the arrogant worms
As our big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big (he’s a fat) road manager
Big fat road manager
