Lyrics:

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom
Will buy me an eight by twelve four-bit room

I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found
They're short but not too big around

I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
Fresh out of cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom
Will buy me an eight by twelve four-bit room

I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

King of the road
King of the road