He's the king of the road. The old man the child. The joker runnin' wild makin' it funny. He's of no fixed abode. When he carries the load. He'll do anything he can to make it funny. But he'll never say die. If he's livin' a lie. Pick up his hat and go. If there's reason to cry. He'll just make it a sigh. And wander on down the road. He's a natural friend. With the money to lend. Or whatever it takes to turn you on too. He's the father the son. He don't owe anyone. All his debts are all paid. With his confection. Then he'll wander away. With no time in his way. Pick up his hat and go. He'll never say die. If he's livin' a lie. Just wander on down the road. Wander on down the road. [guitar solo (Pete Ham)]. And he'll wander away. With no time in his way. Pick up his hat and go. He never said die. He was livin' a lie. Just wandered on down the road. Wandered on down the road. Wandered on down the road. Ahhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ahhhhh.