One cigarette in my pocket
One bottle for the night
One girl for the weekend
No money yeah that's right
No keys for an apartment
No TV or video
No dishes, microwave or carpets
No bed, I'm sleeping in the studio
And I'm feeling like a hobo
Who's bumming around hobo
Who wants to settle down hobo
Feeling like a hobo
No need for pillows or for blankets
No need for a Mercedes Benz
And even if I prayed like Janis
It wouldn't really make any sense
And I'm feeling like a hobo...
Feeling like a hobo...