Papa Hobo

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
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 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