Lyrics:

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 -aca