Mmm...
It's carbon and monoxide, the ole Detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways in the morning
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 been sweeping up the tips I've made
I've been living on Gatorade
Planning my getaway

Detroit, Detroit
Got a hell of a hockey team
Got a left-handed way of making 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
Oo..., Ah..., Oo...

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