The Proclaimers - King of the Road Lyrics

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 four bit 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
And 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 four bit 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 four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road