There once was a man who was known as the best
Ain't nobody else could touch him on the drum set
He's got nine mics on the snare
Got the rhythm, got the women, got the meth, he's there
He's back, got sixteen bars until he needs that tom rack
Hit the road jack
Hide your kids, and hide your wife
'Cause the man's back in town and he don't need no knife
Long as he's got his money from his years on the kit
Just talk to him at all he'll probably order a hit on you
An end to every legend must come
At the end of the day, I wanna be like Fill Rudd

C'mon Fill, what'cha up to now?
With your eyes so red, like we're gonna paint this town!

Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
Yeah, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
I never thought that this day would come!
Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
Yeah, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Now it's done, and I know down inside,
I wanna be like Fill Rudd, yes I do!

He's got allegations of the darkest kind
Got a reputation for keepin' time, after time, after time
Poor old Fill may be losin' his mind
But we ain't helpin' much, so it don't come as surprise
He ain't ready for sixteen years in hell,
Even though for forty years he's been pavin' the highway down
An end to every story must come
Fill 'er up at the end of the day, kingdom come

C'mon Fill, leave well enough alone
You got a rockin' rhythm legacy you gotta uphold

Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
Yeah, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
I never thought that this day would come!
Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Yeah, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
When it's all said and done, yeah I know in my heart
I wanna be like Fill Rudd, yes I do!

[Sick Guitar Solo]

Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
Yeah, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
I never thought that this day would come! (That this day would come)
Yeah Fill! (Fill Rudd)
Why, Fill? (Fill Rudd)
Yes, Fill! (Fill Rudd)
When it's all said and done, at the end of the day
I wanna be like Fill Rudd

He'll make it out!
With a tom shell in his rack!