Left a good job back in the eighties
Workin' for myself every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin'
I was worryin' 'bout the way that things might've been
Big wheels keep on turnin'
Ooh, your keyboard keep on burnin'
And you're trollin' (trollin'), trollin', yeah (trollin')
trollin' on the puter (trollin' on your puter)
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
And I pumped a lot of 'tane up in New York State
But I never saw the good side of the city
Until I hitched a ride on the mental health bus
You know the wheels keep on turnin'
Proud people keep on burnin'
And he's trollin' (trollin'), trollin', yeah (trollin')
Trollin' on the puter (trollin' on the puter)
Say he's trollin' (trollin'), all the way from UK.
Trollin' on his puter (trollin' on his puter)