Lyrics Ian Dury – Two Old Dogs Without A Name

Two old dogs without a name
Trucking down the road to glory
Seeking not to blaze in fame
But to leave a blazing story

Being roadies is their game
Rough of trouser, hair of hoary
They’re the ones you cannot tame
Backline front and morning Tory

Theirs, the lifestyle that surpasses
They’re the coolest of the classes
Yours is blonde and mine’s got glasses
Give them both their backstage passes

Euro dogs without a draw
Punching down the road to Stuttgart
Not ’til Munich will they score
There’s just enough to have a kick start

Put the pedal through the floor
Whack this mother down the ausbahn
Band get in at half-past four
Sound check, sandwich and a sweetheart

Getting gear in, they’re the masters
Couldn’t rig it any faster
Break a leg in a disaster
Fix it with a sticky plaster

Two old dogs who know their gig
Piling feedback through the wedges
Hanging off the lighting rig
Miles of flex along the ledges

Twenty thousand make that big
Get more in around the edges

They’re the hardest of the grafters
Load the truck up to the rafters
Hear the sound of roadies laughter
In the hotel for their afters