Oh it's good to be a stranger in a strange land
Like a person incognito, or a masked man
Like an actor in a play, who shall I be today?
Oh it's good to be a stranger in a strange land
Oh fine to be unknown and all alone here
With no fixed address, no fax, no telephone here
Like Descartes in Amsterdam, or a robber on the lam
It's fine to be unknown and all alone here
You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
I don't care, that's the life that I choose
You can call me a scamp or a layabout
But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose
It's nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
With no map to tell me where the proper road is
With a park bench for my bed and the stars above my head
Oh it's nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
I don't care, that's the life that I choose
You can call me a scamp or a layabout
But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose
It's rum to have no moorings and no duties
Just to walk the world in search of truth and duties
Serendipity's my friend, and I manage in the end
It's rum to have no moorings and no duties
You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
I don't care, that's the life that I choose
You can call me a scamp or a layabout
But I've nothing that I own, and so, I've got nothing I can lose
