Squealer - The Wanderer

Oh well I´m the type of guy
Who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are
Will you know that I´m around
I kiss´em and love´em
´Cause their needs are all the same
I help´em and I squeeze´m
They don´t even know my name
They call me the wanderer
They call me the wanderer
I rome around, around, around, around

Oh well there´s Joe on my left arm
And there´s Mary on the right
And Jenny is the girl that I´ll be
with tonight
And when she asks me
Wich one I love the best
I tear upon my shoulder
There´s Rosie on my chest
They call me the wanderer
They call me the wanderer
Irome around, around, around, around

Oh well I rome from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I´m happy as a clown
An, with my two fists of mine
But I´m going all way on

I´m the type of guy
That likes to rome around
I´m never in one place
I rome from town to town
When I find my self
Fallen for some girls
I up ride into a car of mine
And drive around the world
They call me the wanderer
They call me the wanderer
I rome around , around ...