Well, so let's take time out right now
for a song, neighbors,
a song that I like and I hope you'll like.
In other words,
we got something in common
with a song called King of the Road.
Trailers for sale or rent.
Rooms that at fifty cent.
No phone, no poos, no pets.
I ain't got no cigarettes, oh,
but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight -by -twelve four -bedroom
I'm a man of means, but by no means
king of the road
Third -box car,
midnight train,
destination airman
Old worn out suit and shoes
I don't obey no union dues
I smoke old stooges I have found
Short but not too very round
I'm a man of means but by no means
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All of their chillens an d all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
when no one's around
I sing trailers for sale or rent
Prunes to that fifty cents
No phone, no crew, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Over two hours of pushin' prune
I'm a man of means, but by no means
King of the road, King of the road,
King of the road