He's Roland, Roland, Roland,
A stream he's pieholin';
This dog is cajolin',
Rod's side'.
They planned it together,
Hell-sent and tethered,
Fibbin', two pals for whom truth's died.
They thought we'd be missin'
The fact that they'd been' kissin'--
Rod's namesake went up Roland's backside.

It's a con; these two louts
Planned it all in advance.
Now he can't keep lies straight,
Rod's side'.

"I did not. Yes I did.
Uh, hold on. Wait, there's more.
I forgot. Now I know."
Rod's side'.

Schmoozin', schmoozin', schmoozin',
But truth he's abusin'--
At best--really, losin',
Rod's side'

We try to understand 'im,
This dope, when he's gabbin'.
This guy's a dipsh*t and he lied.
Yes, he's prevaricatin',
Verbally masturbatin',
Prating an Onandation tide.

Move 'im off, get 'im lost,
Get 'im lost, throw 'im out,
Get 'im gone, throw 'im out,
Rod's side'.

Guy for real? Make 'im squeal.
Laughter peals when he spiels.
Is he real, this schlemiel?
Cut a deal with an eel,
Rod's side'.