Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down.

Where pretty things are well, you know that I'm around.

I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same.

I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name.

They call me the wanderer, yeah the wanderer.

I roam around around around.

Oh well I roam from town to town.

I go through life without a care.

'Til I'm as happy as a clown.

With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere.