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
  
  (repeat chorus)
  
  (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.
  
  (repeat chorus)