One cigarette in my pocket One bottle for the night One girl for the weekend No money yeah that's right No keys for an apartment No TV or video No dishes, microwave or carpets No bed, I'm sleeping in the studio And I'm feeling like a hobo Who's bumming around hobo Who wants to settle down hobo Feeling like a hobo No need for pillows or for blankets No need for a Mercedes Benz And even if I prayed like Janis It wouldn't really make any sense And I'm feeling like a hobo... Feeling like a hobo...