Life On The Road

The life of the artist may seem like fun to you

That's cause you don't know the hell that we go through

Waking up at noon working an hour every day

And every now and then having to go on tour and play

But it is almost worth it when we finally appear

At the best place in the world, insert your town name here

Me and my comrades

Are rock n' roll nomads

So hot we might explode

Or get really sweaty, that's life on the road

We do it for the children and for the elderly too

And 'cause we really, really, really, really like you

And we do it for the money and 'cause we're slobs

Who are unqualified for any paying jobs

While you're working nine to five spare a thought for us

As we're sitting watching DVD's on our fancy bus

Getting a massage

From our masseuse, Lars

I'm developing a roll

From all this rich food, that's life on the road

Life on the road (I think it's time for my afternoon nap)

Life on the road (where the hell did I put that map)

Life on the road (sometimes it's hard to find a good salad)

Life on the road (and that's why we're singing this power ballad)

We can try to tell you but you'll never understand

The hell of being wealthy and having lots of fans

So we hope you're happy putting us through hell

Because of you we get to stay in really nice hotels

We sacrifice ourselves bringing joy into your lives

And to sell this crap we've got for you to buy

Stealing toiletries

From the room before we leave

Then to another town we go

After a continental breakfast, that's life on the road

Life on the road

It's hot and it's cold

Like pie a la mode

There's no life like it, life on the road