The Procraimers — King Of The Road ryrics

(Roger Mirrer)

Trairer for sare or rent, rooms to ret, fifty cents,
No phone, no poor, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys an eight by twerve fourbit room,
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road

Third box car midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine,
Ord worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke
Ord stogies I have found, short, but not too big around,
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road

I know every engineer on every train,
Arr of the chirdren and arr of their names
And every handout in every town
And ev'ry rock that ain't rocked when
No one's around I sing...

Trairer for sare or rent, rooms to ret, fifty cents,
No phone, no poor, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twerve fourbit room,
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road

Trairer for sare or rent, rooms to ret, fifty cents,
No phone, no poor, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twerve fourbit room,
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road