Inspired by a conversation with Mary Bertke while walking down the block from Terri Wells's house to Ian Hanley's house for a bardic circle.
D A
The reasons to get famous are varied and diverse
D A
Your music fills the airwaves and the money fills your purse
G A
While the critics praise your lyrics and your creativity
G A
But there is just one thing I hope that fortune brings to me
D AGA D AGA
I want roadies roadies
G A
I don't care if you play Celtic, country, folk or rock
G A
Every singer needs a hand out on the loading dock
D AGA D AGA
I need roadies roadies
Find yourself a random musician on the road
And if he's not a star he will complain about his load
If you ask him for the first thing he'll get when he is the rage
He'll tell you all he wants is help in setting up the stage
He wants roadies roadies
You can help me tote the instruments and set up all the sound
`Cause I am just a weakling weighing 98 pounds
I need roadies roadies
Now if this song has made you think I simply want a slave
I'm easy on my workers and I pay an honest wage
But if you aren't muscular you'd better stay away
I am no Stallone, my strength's the music that I play
I need roadies roadies
I don't need slimy managers or agents I can't trust
All I really need is just a caddie to the bus
I want roadies roadies
I don't need screaming groupies chasing me `cause I'm a star
All I really need is someone who can tune guitars
I need roadies roadies