I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey Fson

My daddy used to holler and the fella hed run

Brother did whatever he could

Drink a jar of Jaspers

Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

Wed hear it from the people of the town,

Theyd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the bikers came around

Wes send em back to town



There once was a bloke who owned a Capri

Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi

Said hed take me to a sacred land

I was young and restless

Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand



Gypsies, tramps and thieves

Wed hear it from the people of the town,

Theyd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

When late at night all the men would come around

And get our trolleys down



That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild

Weston shore

We played bingo and the one-armed bandits

And Im sure he took me for a whore

I really should have shown him the door



She was born in the wagon of a Massey Fson

I bagan to holler and the fella he ran

I just did whatever I could

Drank a jar of Jaspers

Probably much more than a mother should