It's carbon and monoxide 
The ole Detroit perfume 
It hangs on the highways 
In the morning 
And it lays you down by noon 
Oh Papa Hobo 
You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy 
But I feel like a clown 
It's a natural reaction I learned 
In this basketball town 

Sweep up 
I been sweeping up the tips I've made 
I'm living on Gatorade 
Planning my getaway 
Detroit, Detroit 
Got a hell of a hockey team 
Got a left-handed way 
Of making a man sign up on that 
Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah 
Oh, Papa Papa Hobo 
Could you slip me a ride? 
Well, it's just after breakfast 
I'm in the road 
And the weatherman lied