Mm------ It`s carbon and monoxide The ole Detroit perfume It hangs on the highways In the morning And it lays you down by noon Oh Papa Hobo You can see that I`m dressed like a schoolboy But I feel like a clown It`s a natural reaction I learned In this basketball town
Sweep up I been sweeping up the tips I`ve made I`m living on Gatorade Planning my getaway Detroit, Detroit Got a hell of a hockey team Got a left-handed way Of making a man sign up on that Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, Papa Papa Hobo Could you slip me a ride? Well, it`s just after breakfast I`m in the road And the weatherman lied, Oo-------, Ah-----, Oo-------
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