Hobob the Hobo grew up on the streets,
When he was young he preformed magical feats,
For money,
For food,
But mostly money,
Not so much food,
Yeah, money and food

Hobob is smelly,
Hobob is young,
Hobob is happy,
Although he smells like dung,
Hobob wants money,
Hobob wants food,
But mostly money,
Not so much food,
Yeah, money and food

The beginning of his life was tough,
The road he walked was very rough,
He doesn t know where he came from,
He s lived on the streets all along

Hobob is smelly,
Hobob is young,
Hobob is happy,
Although he smells like dung,
Hobob wants money,
Hobob wants food,
But mostly money,
Not so much food,
Yeah, money and food

He caught a train when he was eleven,
Comfy seats, it felt like heaven,
Nature called so he urinated,
The carpet looked like it was marinated

At the next station he was kicked off the train,
He begged to be kept on, but in vain,
Slowly, slowly, he turned his head,
Then he saw kindred hobo friends,
They joined hands in a circle,
Beginning to sing their favorite song

We want money,
We want food,
But mostly money,
Not so much food,
Yeah, money

He stayed with his friends for many years,
And in that time he didn t shed any tears

Because he was smelly,
Because he was young,
And he was happy,
Although he smelled like dung

Lead: Camilleri