I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey 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 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 passed 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 whore   I really should have shown him the door      She was born in the wagon of a Massey 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 bikers came around   We 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 bikers came around   We send 'em back to town