STALY VEGAS TRAMP

Who's that walking down the road Looking like a poor lost soul Well he's the Staly Vegas tramp Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp His pride and ambition long since gone Tell me how can it be in the twenty first century The people judge then just walk on by And day after day he over hears somebody say There but for the grace of god go I But Bob don't need no good life alibi No four wheel drive or airplane to get high He don't burn no fossil fuels Recycler's all he'll use And there aint no carbon footprints Come from a dead mans shoes By day he walks the town where affluence abounds Workers buzzing around a busy hive There's babies with mobile phones Bankers arranging loans To feed the habit and keep the dream alive But Bobs been there before Seen it all and a whole lot more Vacant eyes don't mean a vacant mind Now the suns going down On this schizophrenic town So long Jekyll make way for Mr Hyde No jokes as a rule but Bob just think its cool How Phoenix City can light a Vegas night Some dine and leave in cars Others stay to cruse the bars Chase away the blues before morning light Now they're falling in the street from an alcohol defeat Body and mind dance to different tunes And as Bob goes passing by He just shakes his head and sighs And says there but for the grace of God go I Cos he's the Staly Vegas tramp Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp And there but for the grace of God go I Oh he's the Staly Vegas tramp And there but for the grace of God go I