Life in a city living in L.A.

Is a long way from Huddersfield town

The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven

But that's where he get's his pork pie

Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy

Rugby and cricket's unknown

Baseball and football they're making him lazy

Your fan club says "Rodney come home"


(chorus)

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

Look down on Hollywood Hills

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

You're our own Hot Rod on wheels


A good game of arrows a few dozen barrels

The Nautilus rusts in the yard

But for Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning

He'll always live in L.A.

A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket

And never comes out to pay bills

He's winning at poker and playing the Joker

And he always cheats when he deals


(repeat chorus)


(Rodney's rap)

Hello, let me introduce meself!

My name is Rodney. I'm  immensely strong.

When I were a lad, I could lift up five

navies on an end of a shovel.

The reason I never took martial arts because

I was immensely fearsome and

I'd probably kill everybody

I came into contact with it.

I was phenomenally strong.

Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego,

is what makes the world rotate.

And everybody knows the centre of the universe is Huddersfield

but 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.

A bear with a sore head we mean your forehead

He slumbers for most of the day

Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast

Your problem Rodney L.A.


(repeat chorus)