| Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
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| Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around
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| I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they’re all the same
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| I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em; |
| they don’t even know my name
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| They call me the wanderer
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| Yeah, the wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around
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| Oh well, there’s Flo on my left arm and there’s Mary on my right
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| And Janie is the girl well that I’ll be with tonight
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| And when she asks me which one I love the best
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| I tear open my shirt and I show her «Rosie» on my chest
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| Cause I’m the wanderer
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| Yeah, the wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around
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| Oh well, I roam from town to town
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| I go through life without a care
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| And I’m as happy as a clown
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| I with my two fists of iron but I’m going nowhere
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| Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
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| I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
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| And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
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| Yeah, I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world
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| Yeah I’m the wanderer
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| Yeah, the wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around
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| Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
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| I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
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| And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
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| I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world
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| Yeah, cause I’m a wanderer
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| Yeah, a wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around, around, around, around
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| Cause I’m a wanderer
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| Yeah, a wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around, around, around, around, around
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| Cause I’m a wanderer
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| I’m, a wanderer
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| I roam around, around, around, around |