Friggin’ in the Riggin’

Lyrics

[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 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 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 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 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]