Descartes in Amsterdam

Oh it's good to be a stranger in a strange land
 Like a person incognito, or a masked man
 Like an actor in a play, who shall I be today?
 Oh it's good to be a stranger in a strange land
 Oh fine to be unknown and all alone here
 With no fixed address, no fax, no telephone here
 Like Descartes in Amsterdam, or a robber on the lam
 It's fine to be unknown and all alone here
 You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
 I don't care, that's the life that I choose
 You can call me a scamp or a layabout
 But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose
 It's nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
 With no map to tell me where the proper road is
 With a park bench for my bed and the stars above my head
 Oh it's nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
 You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
 I don't care, that's the life that I choose
 You can call me a scamp or a layabout
 But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose
 It's rum to have no moorings and no duties
 Just to walk the world in search of truth and duties
 Serendipity's my friend, and I manage in the end
 It's rum to have no moorings and no duties
 You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
 I don't care, that's the life that I choose
 You can call me a scamp or a layabout
 But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose