Anthrax Friggin` In The Riggin` Lyrics

Friggin` In The Riggin` Lyrics

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