I was wooed in the wagon of a Ma**ey F'son, My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run. Brother did whatever he could, drank a jar of Jasper's, Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood. Gypsies, tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town, They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. When late at night all the bikers came around, We's send 'em back to town. There once was a bloke who owned a Capri, Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi. Said he'd take me to a sacred land, I was young and restless, got as far as Weston and pa**ed out on the sand. Gypsies, tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town, They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. When late at night all the men would come around, And get our trolleys down. That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild Weston shore. We played bingo and the one-armed bandits, And I'm sure he took me for a who*e. I really should have shown him the door. She was born in the wagon of a Ma**ey F'son, I began to holler and the fella he ran. I just did whatever I could, Drank a jar of Jasper's, Probably much more than a mother should. Gypsies, tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town, They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. When late at night all the men would come around, We's send 'em back to town. Gypsies, tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town, They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. When late at night all the men would come around, We's send 'em back to town.