two old dogs without a name

two old dogs without a name

trucking down the road to glory

seeking not to blaze in fame

but to leave a blazing story

being roadies is their game

rough of trouser

hair of hoary

they're the ones you cannot tame

backline front and morning tory

theirs

the lifestyle that surpasses

they're the coolest of the classes

yours is blonde and mine's got glasses

give them both their backstage passes

euro dogs without a draw

punching down the road to stuttgart

not 'til munich will they score

there's just enough to have a kick start

put the pedal through the floor

whack this mother down the ausbahn

band get in at half-past four

sound check

sandwich and a sweetheart

getting gear in

they're the masters

couldn't rig it any faster

break a leg in a disaster

fix it with a sticky plaster

two old dogs who know their gig

piling feedback through the wedges

hanging off the lighting rig

miles of flex along the ledges

twenty thousand make that big

get more in around the edges

turn up sweaty at the lig

such the perks and privileges

they're the hardest of the grafters

load the truck up to the rafters

hear the sound of roadies laughter

in the hotel for their afters