hobo rocket

hey hey hey. when my feet touch down on the foreign land

i buried all my money in a coffee can

and i've been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather

only got two pennies better rub them together

because i keep on my sleeve

i wear it on my shirt

i got a living room full of dust and dirt

and it's a jumped up living in the city of smoke

you better suck it up before i

come apart

i'm a hobo rocket

what a time

nothing in my pocket

check

when my shoe got holes in the cobble streets

and now it feels like heaven underneath my feet

i'm like a lone crusader on a holy endeavour

living 5 pound daily in a charity sweater

because i'm beating on my drum

i'm tapping on my knee

i stream ride a chair to a back cd

at least i still got rhythm if i don't get paid

and i'll never quit 'cause i

come apart

i'm a hobo rocket

what a time

nothing in my pocket

check

i got my hobo beat

i'm living on my feet

i got the hobo beat

that's what i tell them

i got the hobo beat

i'm walking on my feet

i got the hobo beat

and so i tell them

alright

alright

alright

alright

alright

alright

alright

alight

alright

i tell them what i tell them and i do it every night