Sheriff of Huddersfield Lyrics

Life in the city, living in LA
A long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the rainbow′s a long way from heaven
But that's where he gets his pork pie
Limmos and ladies, they′re driving him queasy
Wank me and quick it's unknown
Baseball and football, they're making him lazy
Your fan club says ′what the... come on′
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
Looks down on the 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
In Yorkshire he′s yearning, but because he's earning
He′ll always live in LA
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 always cheats when he deals
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
Looks down on the Hollywood hills
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You′re our own hot rod on wheels
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 don′t mean your forehead
He slumbers for most of the day
Wide-eyed and legless, baked beans for breakfast
You′re Crum and Rodney's LA
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
Looks down on the 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
Looks down on the Hollywood hills
The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle
You're our own hot rod on wheels