Papa Hobo - Paul Simon

It’s carbon and monoxide

The ol' Detroit perfume

It hangs on the highways in the mornin'

And it lays you down by noon

Oh, Papa Hobo

You can see that I’m dressed like a schoolboy

But I feel like a clown

It’s a natural reaction I learned in this basketball town

Sweep up

I’ve been sweepin' up the tips I’ve made

I’m livin' on Gatorade

Plannin' my getaway

Detroit, Detroit got a hell of a hockey team

Got a left-handed way

Of makin' a man sign up on that automotive dream

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh, Papa, Papa Hobo

Could you slip me a ride?

Well, it’s just after breakfast

I’m in the road and the weatherman lied