Blues Traveler - Roland D. Rhodes Lyrics
Please, please, he's on his kneesFlying through the air with the greatest of easeRoland d. rhodes, clean and fatWorst gets a wish that he never hadHere in the fast laneHe's hard up againThe sweet and the sourAre one and the sameForgo all conclusionsIt's not over yetAnd always rememberYou're not who you metLike roland d. rhodesDoesn't really know and doesn't seem to careCan't score a connection to anywhereRoland d. rhodes isn't worried at allIn fact he tells you that he's having a ballHere in the fast laneHe's hard up againThe sweet and the sourAre one and the sameForgo all conclusionsIt's not over yetAnd always rememberYou're not who you metLike roland d. rhodes