Papa Hobo — текст песни (Paul Simon)

Words & music by paul simon



Mm------

Its 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 Im dressed like a schoolboy

But I feel like a clown

Its a natural reaction I learned

In this basketball town



Sweep up

I been sweeping up the tips Ive made

Im 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, its just after breakfast

Im in the road

And the weatherman lied,

Oo-------, ah-----, oo-------