We're on a mission from Rod
One, two, three, hey, hey, hey
Don't think it's very bloody funny at all
Dunno what y'all laughing about
Life in the city, living in LA's
A long way from Huddersfield town
The back of a rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he gets his pork pie
Limos and ladies, they're driving him crazy
Work, be it quick, it's unknown
Baseball and football, they're making him lazy
Your fan club is Wembley, come on
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
Looked down on the Hollywood hills
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You're our own hot rod on wheels
No, no
A good game of harrows, a few dozen barrels
And nautilus rusts in the yard
Yorkshire, he's yearning but because he's earning
He'll always live in LA
A custom-made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
Bills, bills
He's winning at poker
And playing the joker
And always cheats when he deals
I don't know
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
He wrote it
Looked down on the Hollywood hills
Sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You're our own hot rod on wheels
Hello
Let me introduce meself
My name's Rodney, I'm immensely strong
When I were a lad, I could lift up
Five navvies on the end of a shovel
The reason I never took up martial arts is because I was mentally
Fearsome, and I'd probably kill
Everybody that I came into contact with
I was phenomenally strong
Pride and ego, my lads
Pride and ego is what makes the world rotate
And everybody knows that the center of the universe is Huddersfield
That's why I don't live there anymore
I live in Los Angeles
It's great
I think
Rufus the Red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
Bloody well right
A bear with a sore head, we don't mean Euphoric
He slumbers for most of the day
Bloody watch it
Wide-eyed and legless
Baked beans for breakfast
You're a problem, Rodney's LA
No, it isn't
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
Looked down on the Hollywood hills
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You're our own hot rod on wheels
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You know, I don't know what you're making such a fuss about
Looked down on the Hollywood hills
You know what?
I don't...
I'm not in it for the money
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
I like it here
You're our own hot rod on wheels
The sun shines all night
Oh, no
Blech
It's all right, I'm a Yorkshireman, I can take it
Oh, I used to be able to lift five navvies with a shovel, you know?
You're not bloody listening to me, are you?
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