I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son

My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run

Brother did whatever he could

Drank a jar of Jasper's

Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town, 

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the bikers came around

We send 'em back to town



There once was a bloke who owned a Capri

Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi

Said he'd take me to a sacred land

I was young and restless

Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town, 

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the men would come around

And get our trolleys down



That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild

Weston shore

We played bingo and the one-armed bandits

And I'm sure he took me for a whore

I really should have shown him the door



She was born in the wagon of a Massey F'son

I began to holler and the fella he ran 

I just did whatever I could

Drank a jar of Jasper's

Probably much more than a mother should



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town, 

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the bikers came around

We send 'em back to town



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town, 

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the bikers came around

We send 'em back to town