[Verso 1]
When my feet touch down in a foreign land
I buried all my money in a coffee can
And I've been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather
Only got two pennies better rub them together
Because I keep it on my sleeve
I wear it on my shirt
I got a living room full of dust and dirt
And it's a jumped up living in the city of smoke
I better suck it up before I, I'm gonna fly
[Verso 2]
When my shoes got holes in the cobble streets
And now it feels like heaven underneath my feet
I'm like a lone crusader on a holy endeavor
Living 5 pound daily in a charity sweater
Because I'm beating on my drum
I'm tapping on my knee
A street rat jamming to a Beck CD
You know I still got rhythm if I don't get paid
And I don't give a shit if I, I'm gonna fly
[Conclusi�n]
(who who)
Alright, alright, alright (who who)
Alright, alright, alright (who who)
Alright, alright, alright (who who)
I tell them what I tell them and I do it every night