The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers - King Of The Road lyrics
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Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys an eight by twelve fourbit room I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road Third box car 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 I know every engineer on every train All of the children and all of their names Every handout in every town And ev'ry lock that ain't locked when no one's around I sing Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve fourbit room 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 cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve fourbit room, I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road