I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
And every handout in every town
"Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road"
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
All their children and all of their names
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
I know every engineer on every train
Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around
I sing, "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 smoke old stogies I have found, short, but not too big around
