Two Old Dogs Without A Name Lyrics - Ian Dury

Two old dogs without a name 

Trucking down the road to glory 

Seeking not to blaze in fame 

But to leave a blazing story 

Being roadies is their game 

Rough of trouser, hair of hoary 

They're the ones you cannot tame 

Backline front and morning Tory 

Theirs, the lifestyle that surpasses 

They're the coolest of the classes 

Yours is blonde and mine's got glasses 

Give them both their backstage passes 

Euro dogs without a draw 

Punching down the road to Stuttgart 

Not til Munich will they score 

There's just enough to have a kick-start 

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Put the pedal through the floor 

Whack this mother down the Ouststartt (?) 

The bandit in at half-past four 

Sound-check, sandwich and a sweetheart 

Getting gear in, they're the masters 

Couldn't rig it any faster 

Break a leg in a disaster 

Fix it with a sticking plaster 

Two old dogs who know the gig 

Piling feedback through the wedges 

Hanging off the lighting rig 

Miles of flex along the ledges 

Twenty thousand and they're big 

Get more in around the edges 

Turn up sweaty at the lig 

Such the perks and privileges 

Photos 

They're the hardest of the grafters 

Lock the truck up to the rafters 

Hear the sound of roadies after 

In the hotel for their afters