Text: Dean Martin. Cool Then, Cool Now. King of the Road.

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn out clothes and shoes
I don't pay no union dues

I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around

I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road