Music by the Sex Pistols. Lyrics by Anthrax.





There was a bunch of roadies

And this here is their story

A scurvy bunch of evil twits

Who never say they're sorry



They've traveled cross the nations

Fuckin' paid vacations

We love the schism that they make

They're here for the duration



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



The captains name is Rick

Whose "Bozo-do" is slick

He really thinks he knows it all

He's just a Jersey hick



Wanking, cranking, Georgie

He always finds an orgy

He rubs his balls and picks his nose

He's horny Georgie porgie



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



The kind of sleaze is Ring

Polaroid's his thing

He whipped it out, her teeth fell out

And now it's in a sling



From LA we have Troy

His fetish is Playboy

A smelly trout, he'll eat it out

Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



John Tempesta is The Joker

The Adams apple choker

Sandra Bernhard is his twin

He'd probably even poke her



The B-boy was John Rooney

He was a fuckin' loony

He does a rap, he thinks he's black

He's soft like Gerry Cooney



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



Yo my name is Bill

Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh,

Smoke ten packs and use my plaque

Duh, with my breath I'll kill



Thursby is the lard ass

The monitors are his task

The sound they made when the band played

Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



The photobug is Ambo

He'll fill up any hairy hole

We'll blindfold you with dental floss

You burnt out fuckin' bimbo



The bottom line is Z

Oh please don't sit on me

Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt

You 1960's hippie!



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do



This here was the story

About our fuckin' roadies

A scurvy bunch of evil twits

Who never say they're sorry

They've traveled cross the nations

Fuckin' paid vacations

We love the schism that they make

They're here for the duration



Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

Friggin' in the riggin'

There was fuck all else to do