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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 gut and a big fat ass
He’s the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
He plugs in guitars and microphone jacks (big, fat road manager)
He makes sure the system won’t feedback (big, fat road manager)
He yells check one ’til his face turns blue (big, fat road manager)
Don’t you wish he could count to two
He’s the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, 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’ve a place to stay (big, fat road manager)
Then I’ll eat your deli tray
He’s the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
You may wonder why the road manager’s so wide
He’s the one who blocks the door when the tax colllector 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 terms (big, fat road manager)
He will manage the arrogant worms
As our big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
He’s fat! (big, fat road manager)
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Is this thing on?
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