You learn something new every day, or half century

1964:

Trailer 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 clothes 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.
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.

We didn’t know until just now that it was a “four-bit” room. And from around the same time, the world’s greatest fun coo-coo lyric: “And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf route, I’ll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wetsuit.” Other suggestions welcome of course.

One Response to “You learn something new every day, or half century”

  1. feeblemind Says:

    Yes. I liked that Roger Miller song when it came out.

    I am sorry to say the Dinocrat is in error on the Surf City lyric.

    THE Line would be:

    “. . .two girls for every boy . . .”

    They certainly described surfing Utopia did they not?

    All the “beach music” was good.

    I’d love to have a Woody.

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