Standard (EADGBE)

 It's carbon and monoxide

 The ole Detroit perfume

 It hangs on the highways

 In the morning

 And it lays you down by noon

 Oh Papa Hobo

 You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy

 But I feel like a clown

 It's a natural reaction I learned

 In this basketball town

Sweep up

 I been sweeping up the tips I've made

 I'm living on Gatorade

 Planning my getaway

 Detroit, Detroit

 Got a hell of a hockey team

 Got a left-handed way

 Of making a man sign up on that

Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh, Papa Papa Hobo

 Could you slip me a ride?

Well, it's just after breakfast

 I'm in the road

And the weatherman lied,