Let me tell the story from »Dillus Roady« //
who is the one we need //
He's our crazy music fan and works hard //
each night when we play
When he's coming through the door //
He's crying for gin and more he's tall //
Later he even looks around //
To see the girls hear the sound he's high
»Dillus Roady« come out here //
»Dillus Roady« we need some beer //
He's like a mother without a breast //
When we get tired in the night //
He's the one who looks so bright //
And hurries up to bring us home //
If someone has a sorrow face //
He sits down beside his place //
And helps to forget the story
