(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)

Life in a city, living in L.A.'s along 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"

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
(No, I'm not)

A good game of arrows, a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
The 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

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

Hello, let me introduce myself!
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 up martial arts is because I'm immensely fearsome
But I'll probably kill everybody that 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 that the center 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'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born (bloody well right)
A bear with a sore head, we don't mean your forehead
He slumbers for most of the day (bloody watch it)
Wide eyed and legless, baked beans for breakfast
Your problem Rodney's L.A. (no, it isn't)

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
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle (no, I don't know what you're making a fuss about?)
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle (I don't, I'm not in it for the money)
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels (I like it here, the sun shines all night) Writer/s: Adrian Frederick Smith, Bruce Dickinson, David Michael Murray, Nicholas Mcbrain, Stephen Percy Harris
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP
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