Have you heard the news, Another tax in place Did you buy your fix, Or download your fate Drunk your drugs, You grande iced fool Or did you charge the title, Of your store bought cool
Oh we want 1 thing, It’s absolutely free, Free love, sweet touch it’s all that’s meant to be We want 1 thing, absolutely free Free love, sweet touch, it’s all the same to me
Oh, did you hear the tale about the money man’s ploy Well he bought your cool, then he bought your coy Sold you cheap blues, took your money and grinned Now you regret selling out, your only good sin!
I want 1 thing, girl you know it’s free Free love, good touch, it’s all the same to me We want 2 things, absolutely free Free love, sweet touch, it’s all that’s meant to be!
Now I know you’re thinkin’ slappy You’re thinkin how’d Hobosexual create such a fine piece of culturally relevant Simultaneously significant, yet so elegant, ..ever so eloquent, musical perfection? I’ll tell you how baby…the Columbo card! See we play dumb, look dumb, …speak all AEIOU Adrian! But underneath the sun, underneath it beats the heart of a lion Inside a rocket scientists body, controlling a giant lazer firing alien tripod machine gun sent down from a castle on a mountain on Jupiter! So I want you all to clap, ..slap, like that And get those dancin’ shoes on Because it’s strictly ballroom James Brown jesus over here at camp Hobo I want you to grab that special someone, hold them tight, …hold them close You put your right foot in, left hand fingerless glove out,…then you Hobododeedo and you shake your whiskey out! I want you people to smile, after while…like a Crocodile mile, slip and slide your way down the aisle…cause Portuguese Bonham got his funk shoe ON and he’s about to plant it firmly in the face of all the other Nobosexual rock n roll wannabes!