echo out the background a bit right and to bring it like more focused and you got it that's it that's just as good as anybody I buried all my money in a coffee can and I've been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather only got two pennies better rub them together because I keep it on my sleeve I wear it on my shirt I got a living room full of dust and dirt and it's a jumped up living in the city of smoke I better suck it up I'm a hobo rockin' Not a dime, nothing in my pocket My shoes got holes in the cobbled streets and now it feels like heaven underneath my feet I'm like a lone crusader on a holy endeavor living five pound daily in a charity sweater because I'm beating on the drum I'm tapping on my knee a street rat jamming to a Beck CD you know I still got rhythm if I don't get paid and I don't give a shit if I Gonna fly, I'm a hobo rockin' Not a dime, nothing in my pocket All right, all right, all right I tell them what I tell them and I do it every night I tell them what I tell them and I do it every night I tell them what I tell them and I do it every night Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah