It's carbon and monoxide

The ole Detroit perfume

And 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 been living on Gatorade

Planning my getaway

Detnoit, 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 Papa Papa Hobo

Could you slip me a ride

Well, it's just after breakfast

I'm in the road

And the weatherman lied