Shelley-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