I'm a bag of nerves with a bag of tricks
I've got a load of girls all lunatics,
30's coming thick and fast
so gather round you won't need a glass
just grab a bottle and raise a smile
round here we do it hobo style
I had my fears i had my doubts,
so I sank a few and put myself about,
cos I owe it to the slag in me
its all good, hobo stylee
I had a bottle all full of smiles
I did it all in the hobo style
with morning comes guilty memories
elvis collars and fucked up knees
thereâs a sense of pride followed up with shame
now we're back to square one with mind games
just raise a bottle and gizza smile
round here we do it hobo style
you gotta do a bottle once in a while
we laugh we sing we hobo style
