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
Twist it well, 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
Twist it well, 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 rubb
But I’m still wringing here
Wanna take it out, stick it in his ear
Twist it well, I can’t get mad
‘Cause I’m a roustabout

The handyman is all I am around this place
There’s a time I’ll turn around, it’s right up in my face

Bring it in, bring it out
When I’m slow, going shout
Getting awful tired, running in and out
Twist it well, I can’t get mad
‘Cause I’m a roustabout