Hobo Lyrics

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