Bone Man

I ain’t got no home,

I ain’t got no phone,

I ain’t got no place to call my own,

No one to talk to on the phone,

But I got my bone,

I ain’t got no one to call my own,

No one to talk to on the phone,

But I got my bone,

I’ll share my bone,

Be a wandering gigolo,

Cos I got no soul,

I got a label on my bone,

And the price is rather low,

D’ya want some bone?

I ain’t got no home,

I ain’t got no home,

A hobo on the road,

Just the fear of getting cold,

Resigned to getting old.