MOG

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
"Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
I know every engineer on every train
I smoke old stogies I have found, short, but not too big around
I sing, "Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around
And every handout in every town
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
All their children and all of their names

I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road"
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room