Who's that walking down the road
Looking like a poor lost soul
Well he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
His pride and ambition long since gone
Tell me how can it be in the twenty first century
The people judge then just walk on by
And day after day he over hears somebody say
There but for the grace of god go I
But Bob don't need no good life alibi
No four wheel drive or airplane to get high
He don't burn no fossil fuels
Recycler's all he'll use
And there aint no carbon footprints
Come from a dead mans shoes
By day he walks the town where affluence abounds
Workers buzzing around a busy hive
There's babies with mobile phones
Bankers arranging loans
To feed the habit and keep the dream alive
But Bobs been there before
Seen it all and a whole lot more
Vacant eyes don't mean a vacant mind
Now the suns going down
On this schizophrenic town
So long Jekyll make way for Mr Hyde
No jokes as a rule but Bob just think its cool
How Phoenix City can light a Vegas night
Some dine and leave in cars
Others stay to cruse the bars
Chase away the blues before morning light
Now they're falling in the street from an alcohol defeat
Body and mind dance to different tunes
And as Bob goes passing by
He just shakes his head and sighs
And says there but for the grace of God go I
Cos he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
And there but for the grace of God go I
Oh he's the Staly Vegas tramp
And there but for the grace of God go I
T.T. O'NEILL - STALY VEGAS TRAMP Lyrics
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Who's that walking down the road
Looking like a poor lost soul
Well he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
His pride and ambition long since gone
Tell me how can it be in the twenty first century
The people judge then just walk on by
And day after day he over hears somebody say
There but for the grace of god go I
But Bob don't need no good life alibi
No four wheel drive or airplane to get high
He don't burn no fossil fuels
Recycler's all he'll use
And there aint no carbon footprints
Come from a dead mans shoes
By day he walks the town where affluence abounds
Workers buzzing around a busy hive
There's babies with mobile phones
Bankers arranging loans
To feed the habit and keep the dream alive
But Bobs been there before
Seen it all and a whole lot more
Vacant eyes don't mean a vacant mind
Now the suns going down
On this schizophrenic town
So long Jekyll make way for Mr Hyde
No jokes as a rule but Bob just think its cool
How Phoenix City can light a Vegas night
Some dine and leave in cars
Others stay to cruse the bars
Chase away the blues before morning light
Now they're falling in the street from an alcohol defeat
Body and mind dance to different tunes
And as Bob goes passing by
He just shakes his head and sighs
And says there but for the grace of God go I
Cos he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
And there but for the grace of God go I
Oh he's the Staly Vegas tramp
And there but for the grace of God go I
Looking like a poor lost soul
Well he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
His pride and ambition long since gone
Tell me how can it be in the twenty first century
The people judge then just walk on by
And day after day he over hears somebody say
There but for the grace of god go I
But Bob don't need no good life alibi
No four wheel drive or airplane to get high
He don't burn no fossil fuels
Recycler's all he'll use
And there aint no carbon footprints
Come from a dead mans shoes
By day he walks the town where affluence abounds
Workers buzzing around a busy hive
There's babies with mobile phones
Bankers arranging loans
To feed the habit and keep the dream alive
But Bobs been there before
Seen it all and a whole lot more
Vacant eyes don't mean a vacant mind
Now the suns going down
On this schizophrenic town
So long Jekyll make way for Mr Hyde
No jokes as a rule but Bob just think its cool
How Phoenix City can light a Vegas night
Some dine and leave in cars
Others stay to cruse the bars
Chase away the blues before morning light
Now they're falling in the street from an alcohol defeat
Body and mind dance to different tunes
And as Bob goes passing by
He just shakes his head and sighs
And says there but for the grace of God go I
Cos he's the Staly Vegas tramp
Nickname Bob Aladdin's lamp
And there but for the grace of God go I
Oh he's the Staly Vegas tramp
And there but for the grace of God go I
Writer: Terence ONeill
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