I`m A Roustabout — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

Build it up, knock it down
Hold it square, roll it around
Throw it in the air, stick it in the ground

But it`s too bad, I can`t get mad
Cause I`m a roustabout

Tie it loose, make it tight
If it`s wrong, do it right
Makes me kinda feel like I wanna fight

But it`s too bad, I can`t get mad
Cause I`m a roustabout

Orders all day and half the night, from the boss
That guys cousin don`t wanna see one minute lost

Stack it up, in the rig
Better still, bring it here
Wanna take it out stick it in his ear

But it`s too bad, I can`t get mad
Cause I`m a roustabout

A handyman is all I am around this place
Every time I turn around he`s right up in my face

Bring it in, drag it out
When I`m slow, boy he shouts
Gettin aweful tired runnin` in and out

But it`s too bad, I can`t get mad
Cause I`m a roustabout