Trailers for Sale or Rent: (The Original Song Lyrics by Roger Miller)
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 an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train, Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out shirt 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
All of their children, and all of their names.
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 an eight by twelve four-bit room.
I'm a man of means by no means King of the road.
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Jack’s Version Of … Trailers for Sale or Rent: (The Original Song Lyrics by Roger Miller)
Come On – Sing Along …
Tents for sale or rent, No phone, no pool, but you can have some pets I ain’t got no time to wait, I’ll rent it to you very cheap If you got no money, you can pay in sheep I'm a man of means by no means I got to go far away I’m a terrorist of the road going to the Bay Got some real bad things I got to do Problem is no lawyer and no one to sue But Allah is waiting for me He has lots of virgins you see I'm a man of means by no means I’m Sheik of the burning road Old worn out shirt and shoes, I don't pay no damn union dues. I smoke old stogies I have found, Short, but not too big around. I'm a man of means by no means I’m a Terrorist on the road. Taking the third Camel, and then on to the midnight desert train, then I’m hooking up with a flight to Spain. I got my fake documents, but my final Destination .... is Glitter Town, I here its got lots of Jews where my bomb will make some sound. These Infidels they must die I'm a man of means by no means I’m a Terrorist on the road. It’s a Holy War for me now, Oh look at that, it’s the U.S. Marines, I changed my mind from Holy War to Holy Shit. It’s time to quit and to go back home I'm just a poor Muslim Man of means by no means and ‘X’ Terrorist to some That Tent is looking mighty good right now The sheep are lonesome and they’ll be easier prey than the cow I’m a stupid man on the road you see, Jihad’s not for me, I think I’ll covert to Christianity.
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Trailers for Sale or Rent:
(The Original Song Lyrics by Roger Miller)
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 an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train, Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out shirt 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
All of their children, and all of their names.
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 an eight by twelve four-bit room.
I'm a man of means by no means King of the road.
////\\\\
Jack’s Version
Of … Trailers for Sale or Rent:
(The Original Song Lyrics by Roger Miller)
Come On – Sing Along …
Tents for sale or rent, No phone, no pool, but you can have some pets
I ain’t got no time to wait, I’ll rent it to you very cheap
If you got no money, you can pay in sheep
I'm a man of means by no means
I got to go far away
I’m a terrorist of the road going to the Bay
Got some real bad things I got to do
Problem is no lawyer and no one to sue
But Allah is waiting for me
He has lots of virgins you see
I'm a man of means by no means I’m Sheik of the burning road
Old worn out shirt and shoes, I don't pay no damn union dues.
I smoke old stogies I have found, Short, but not too big around.
I'm a man of means by no means I’m a Terrorist on the road.
Taking the third Camel, and then on to the midnight desert train,
then I’m hooking up with a flight to Spain.
I got my fake documents, but my final Destination .... is Glitter Town,
I here its got lots of Jews where my bomb will make some sound.
These Infidels they must die
I'm a man of means by no means I’m a Terrorist on the road.
It’s a Holy War for me now,
Oh look at that, it’s the U.S. Marines, I changed my mind from Holy War to Holy Shit.
It’s time to quit and to go back home
I'm just a poor Muslim Man of means by no means and ‘X’ Terrorist to some
That Tent is looking mighty good right now
The sheep are lonesome and they’ll be easier prey than the cow
I’m a stupid man on the road you see, Jihad’s not for me, I think I’ll covert to Christianity.
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