A tramp, I move here and there.
Take my words and don’t look me up and down,
I am not a romantic hero, I’m a romantic clown.
And I fear I will never reach anywhere.
While passing by I may lend you a helping hand.
When beguiled, all my possessions I may gladly share,
And, what’s more, even my love for you I may declare!
Can then I hope in rainy days you will by me stand?
But, ah, you flout my feelings and you seem suspicious
A tramp, a romantic clown, I keep on moving here and there,
I’m not a substantial man now you know and I’m not religious.
Anew I begin my journey but I fear I will never reach anywhere.
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