Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves

I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son

My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run

Brother did whatever he could

Drink a jar of Jasper's

Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town,

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the bikers came around

We send'em back to town

There once was a bloke

Who owned a Capri sideburns and flares,

He was learning Two Chi

Said he'd take me to a sacred land

I was young and restlees

Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town.,

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the men would come around

And get our trolleys down

That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild

Weston shore we played bingo and the one-armed bandits

And I'm sure he took me for a whore

I really should have shown him the door

She was born in the wagon of a Massey F'son

I began to holler and the fella he run

I just did whatever

I could drink a jar of Jasper's

Probably much more than a mother should