G Trailer for Ami sale or rent,
D Rooms to let, G fifty cents,
No phone, no C pool, no pets,
I D ain’t got no cigarets.
G Ah, but two hours of pushing broom;
Buys and eight-by-twelve four-bit room;
I’m a man of means by no means,
King of the Road.
Third boxcar, midnight train,
Destination Bangor, Maine,
Old Worn out suit and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues.
I smoke old stogies I have found,
Short, but not too big around;
I’m a man of means by no means,
King of the Road.
Trailer for sale or rent,
Rooms to let, fifty cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
I ain’t got no cigarets.
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom;
Buys and 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,
All of the children and all of their names,
And every hand-out in every town,
And every lock that ain’t locked
when no one’s around, I sing...
R.E.M.
