Sheriff of Huddersfield

Life in the city, living in LA

A long way from Huddersfield town

The back of the rainbow's a long way from heaven

But that's where he gets his pork pie

Limmos and ladies, they're driving him queasy

Wank me and quick it's unknown

Baseball and football, they're making him lazy

Your fan club says 'what the... come on'

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

Looks down on the Hollywood hills

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

You're our own hot rod on wheels

A good game of arrows, a few dozen barrels

The Nautilus rusts in the yard

In Yorkshire he's yearning, but because he's earning

He'll always live in LA

A custom-made wallet that stays in his pocket

And never comes out to pay bills

He's winning at poker and playing the joker

And always cheats when he deals

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

Looks down on the Hollywood hills

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

You're our own hot rod on wheels

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

A bear with a sore head, we don't mean your forehead

He slumbers for most of the day

Wide-eyed and legless, baked beans for breakfast

You're Crum and Rodney's LA

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

Looks down on the 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 the Hollywood hills

The sheriff of Huddersfield, locked in his castle

You're our own hot rod on wheels