Don't think it's very bloody funny at all, dunno what you're all laughing about
 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 cwasy
 Wugby and cwicket's unknown
 baseball and football, they're making him lazy
 Your fan club says "Rodney come home"
 The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
 Look out on the 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
 Yorkshire is 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
 The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
 Look down on the Hollywood Hills
 The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
 You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
 Hello, let me introduce meself!
 My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.
 When I were a lad, I could lift up five navvies on an end of a shovel.
 The reason I never took up martial arts is because
 I was immensely 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 the centre 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'
 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 don't mean your forehead, He slumbers for most of the day
 Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast
 Your problem Rodney is L.A.
 The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
 Look 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
 Look down on the Hollywood Hills
 The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
 You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

 No, I don't know what you're making such a fuss about.
 No, I don't. I'm not in here for the money.
 I like it here!
 The sun shines all night!
 (belching and farting sounds)
 It's alright, I'm a Yorkshireman. I can take it
 I used to be able to lift five navvies on a shovel, you know
 You know? Uhhh... you're not bloody listening to me, are you