Mr. Hobo

Lyrics
Hey, Mr. Hobo, what's your number? Son of a two-bit no good loco jumper You've gotta keep on moving You don't need work cos you ain't got no one to pay, yeah Sleeping around a hole in the ground Ain't no sense, ain't no good, what's your game? Yeah Hey, Mr. Hobo, I don't hear laughter Just can't figure out now what you're after You think God made you, you can't realize you're running away Some folks said that I ain't no good And others said they would if they could Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for? Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for? Mr. Hobo, where'd you come from? Well I ain't got no home but I sure would love one People think I'm mad, don't they know it makes me sad? Such a shame, such a shame and God knows who's to blame Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for? Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for?
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Credits
- Writers
- Steve Gadd (UK)