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"Oh well, I'm the type of guy who'll never settle down
Where pretty girls 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,around...
Oh well, there's Flo on my left and then there's Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl well that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best-
I tear open my shirt an'o'a Rosie on my chest
'Cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around,around...
Well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I'm as happy as a clown
With my two fists of iron but I'm goin' nowhere
Yeah I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
Yeah I hop right into that car of mine I drive around the world
Yeah I'm the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around,around...
(saxophone solo)
Oh yeah, I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
I hop right into that car o' mine-drive around the world
Cause I'm the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around,around, around, around...
'Cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around, around, around, around...
'Cause I'm a wanderer, I'm a wanderer...
This is what hipsters looked like in 1961! And smoking in a public place, oh my...