Dan Bern - Hobo

Oh I am a lonesome hobo without family or friends
I was married to Madonna but you know how those things end
I built the LA freeway and the Astro Dome too
And I captured all the rats in the San Diego Zoo

Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo

I was born as a woman but I grew to be a man
With a wiener like a hammer and balls like frying pans
And arms so hairy they could smother Herbert Hoover
And a thousand dirty books in my literary oeuvre

Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo

Because he wore a dress I thought my uncle was my aunt
Had a yeast infection that invented the croissant
Will Chamberlain's my father but he never did acknowledge
That I broke all his records at the local barber college

Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo

You can find me in a boxcar, sleeping off a drunk
My purse is a possum, in my pocket is a skunk
I smell so bad if you smelled me you would die
I would freeze you and cook you on the fourth of July

Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo

Yes, I am a lonesome hobo without friends or family
I was hatched to a bunch of birdies living in a tree
I ate worms till I was twelve when for New York I set sail
And ever since you'll find me out there riding the rails

Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo
Hobo, hobo, I ride the rails, I am a lonesome hobo