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
(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.