Hobos at the Gorge I’m the hobo with the oboe and I do the jitterbug
blow the harmonica while I shake my mug
I gnaw bare bones n’ dance on the kitchen table
but you better stay away I smell like a horsey stable
I’m the #1 hobo I live in your wheaties box
that’s why your breakfast always taste like my socks

Chrous:
scoop scoobie
hobos smokin’ doobie

Count of me for directions if you feel you’re lost
even though I eat mosquitoes and my eyes are crossed
I make my clothes of your Sunday Sports Section
don’t call the copper lady, I’m just showin’ affection
my underpants are mildewy and yellow
light up that catnip,it make me really mellow

(repeat chorus)

I use the hobo railroad to get across town,

so as I can move to a fancy dog pound
all the people on the railroad think I’m dirty and dumb
but Jack Kerouac said I’m a dharma bum
my best firned’s a dingo and he look real spiffy
that’s cause I comb his hair with peanut butter jiffy

(repeat chorus)