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 it 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 I better suck it up before I'm gonna fly I'm a hobo rocket
When my shoes 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 A street rat jamming to a beck CD You know I still got rhythm if I don't get paid And I don't give a sh*t if I'm gonna fly I'm a hobo rocket