I'm holding court with the king of the campnI'm a working horse, a postage stampnTune up my guitar, turn on my ampnI felt so sad when I got off the planenI don't wanna go to New York City againnKissing you goodbye in the pissing rainnnBut if wishful thinking's all I gotnI keep on thinking wishful thoughtsnThinking wishful thoughtsnI wish you were here, but you're notnnI feel like a sailor lost on the seasnCatching a cold, maybe catching a breezenStanding on the prairie looking for treesnRock and roll's wrapped 'round me as tight as a noosenAnd from the front of the train you can't see the caboosenIn northern New Brunswick watch out for the moosennIt's a long, long way to WinnipegnAnd I ain't too proud to shake a legnSing for my supper, break me an eggnCD's for sale at the back of the hallnBuy one, buy 'em allnCouple bucks cheaper than they are at the mallnThank you, good night, we'll be back in the fall!nnSeasons come and season gonNobody wants to end the rock n' roll shownLook at you, love, you got that Golden GlownNorth of the sun and south of the snownNo particular destination, no particular plant to grownBuckle up baby, let's rock down the roadnnHighway white lines are freakin' me outnWondering what your doin', are you out and about?nGettin' lost, gettin' lost, gettin' lostnGettin' lost on the paper on my paper routenGuitar's singing a song for free:nWhy's everybody always picking on me?nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee