Roland D. Rhodes Lyrics - Blues Traveler

Please, please, he's on his knees 

Flying through the air with the greatest of ease 

Roland D. Rhodes, clean and fat 

Worst gets a wish that he never had 

Here in the fast lane 

He's hard up again 

The sweet and the sour 

Are one and the same 

Forgo all conclusions 

It's not over yet 

And always remember 

You're not who you met 

Like Roland D. Rhodes 

Doesn't really know and doesn't seem to care 

Can't score a connection to anywhere 

Roland D. Rhodes isn't worried at all 

In fact he tells you that he's having a ball 

Here in the fast lane 

He's hard up again 

The sweet and the sour 

Are one and the same 

Forgo all conclusions 

It's not over yet 

And always remember 

You're not who you met 

Like Roland D. Rhodes