歌詞:
Tramps

a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good Chorus Gypsys, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsys, tramps

a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life,

Gypsies, tramps & thieves Well we hear it from the town Gypsies, tramps & thieves Well our kids would come around Gypsies, tramps & thieves Well we hear it from the town Gypsies, tramps

the joys, the sorrows we've seen? Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home, These tramps, and hawkers and me. Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home, These tramps

Dancing round in circle staring at the sky Spending hours on a corner trying to hitch a ride Your girlfriend is filthy and stoned out of her mind She

. We've always known what we'd become. Cause 'Tramps like us were born to run.' We're running, we're running, we've only just begun. Running through the night to the rising sun. Tramps

{Moe Love cuts in the background} [C.Gee] Yo, yo gimme some of that, gimme some of that That.. relax, relax.. relax Yeah! [Keith] This is Dr. Octagon

Haha, If there's a fucking problem with the fucking shit in This fucking song we can fucking edit it out for the fucking god damned radio. Fucking god

Your havin a midlife crisis tying to get where I've been Well if you want 'em that bad Ms.V You can have 'em So when you see me comin You better back