Sheriff of Huddersfield Letra - Iron Maiden

We’re on a mission from Rod!

*Burps*

("Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all!

Don't know why you're laughing about!")

Life in the 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 cwazy

Wugby and cwicket's unknown

Baseball and football they're making him lazy

Your fan club says "Wodney come home"

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

Look down on-a 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 (*Grunts*)

For Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning

He'll always live in L.A (*Grunts*)

A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket

And never comes out to pay bills (*Grunts*)

He's winning at poker and playing the Joker

And he always cheats when he deals ("I don't! No!")

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

Looks down on the Hollywood Hills

Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

"Hello, let me introduce meself!

My name's Rodney. I'm immensely strong

When I were a lad, I could lift up five

Navvies on an end of a shivel

The reason I never took up martial arts is because

I was immensely fearsome and

I'd probably kill everybody

That I came into contact with

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

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 (*Fart*)

Your problem Rodney's L.A

("No it isn't!")

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

Looks down on-a 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-a Hollywood Hills

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle

You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

"No I don't know what you're making such a fuss about!

I don't... I'm not... I'm not in it for the money!

I like it here, the sun shines all night!"

*Throwing up sounds* *fart* *mumbling*