They don't know what dues we pay for being gypsies, gypsies on parade
But if you may, all it really need say, are gypsies, gypsies on parade
We pull into a diner, folks just stop and stare
And try to think of somethin' to say
But the stories we can tell or the stories we tell
For being gypsies, gypsies on parade
Our name is in lights on the billboard signs, in every town we play
Make better all the time spent away
They don't know what dues we pay for being gypsies, gypsies on parade
Gypsies on parade, vagabonds that got it made
About the diamond rings and fancy things we wear
Seems all you get are tears of regret
They don't know what they've been told
By the look and the clothes they wear
Home is where the heart is but the heart is never home
They don't know what they've been told
Gypsies on parade, vagabonds that got it made
You hear 'em say, man, it's a rock 'n' roll band
About the diamond rings and fancy things we wear
As I count the white lights on the exit signs, it's this guitar is all I ever hold
Then you telephone home 'cause you're feelin' alone
From family and friends, oh, it never ends for gypsies, gypsies on parade
