He lives in a can,
where I hear him sob,
but don't worry now,
it's just Hobo Bob.
~
He's dirty and smells,
he's one big greasy glob,
that's the only way to describe,
old Hobo Bob.
~
He has no shoes,
to make a living he will rob,
but that's what you get,
from that Hobo Bob.
~
He needs a nice meal,
steak and corn on the cob,
so if you have it, please give it,
to nice Hobo Bob.
~*~ Jill ~*~