Lyrics:

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys a eight by ten four-bed room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

Third boxcar, the 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, 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
And all of the children and all of their name
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no-one's around

I sing trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys a eight by ten four-bed room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
King of the road, king of the road