Story Behind the Song
There are rockers, and then there are roadies. You can't have a successful one of the former without one of the latter--but what if the latter thinks they ARE the former? The refrain pun came first and the rest of the song fell in place around it.
Lyrics
I get up every morning, crack of 9 AM
Get my shit together time to do it again
Working like a slave until I'm tired and sore
Just another day while we're out on tour
Double check the mikes, time to start the show
And double-check the hot tomatoes in the front row
She'd do anything to get backstage
Well baby, things can be arranged
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
Make it to the theater, gotta unload the van
While this girlie's sneakin' round, tryin' to meet the band
You want an autograph, or you want something more?
Come by after the show, meet me at the stage door
The lights go down and the show goes up
And I wanna go down on a girl with D cups
She's ugly but she's snuggly, that'll do just fine
Well baby, your car or mine?
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
I test the mikes, I hang the lights
I've got an all-access pass
I wrap the cords, I run the boards
And tonight I've got a piece of ass
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
One, two, one, two, one, check, one, two
Baby, tell me, do you want to?
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