Vegas Vagrant
Roll up! Roll up!
For a trip to the US!
A fabulous journey
from the East to the West!
A baker's dozen of strangers
and a gaudy painted van!
A cavalcade of camp sites
for this intrepid tourist clan!
The trip of a lifetime,
or so they say!
Until the journey's nearly over
and we end up out Vegas way!
Then after two nights
among the ritz and the glitz
the razzle and the dazzle,
my money's taken a blitz.
I'm out on the curb,
sat in the gutter!
My mind's disturbed!
I'm off my tits!
My tickets I've gambled,
they've had the shirt off my back!
The other tourist disowned me
after I'd been manhandled!
Tossed out the door,
removed from the casino
for trying to beg
for just a few dollars more!
So in a few years time,
if you're out the Las Vegas way,
and if you should see
a short and scruffy homeless gnome
just nip over and say
“How's it going Kenny?
Still not got home!?”
Then maybe pop a nickel
or even a dime,
into that shopping cart of mine,
and leave this Vegas vagrant
to his trash can bin fire
and his cardboard empire!
