Elvis Presley
I’m a Roustabout
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 guy just doesn't wanna see one minute lost
Stack it up, in the rear
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, bring it out
When I'm slow, boy he shouts
Getting awful tired, running in and out
But it's too bad, I can't get mad
'Cause I'm a roustabout