I've got no time for the aisles of fashion   Or the bikinis of Malibu Beach   Don't take me to where the pool water's splashing   Where everybody's skin is soft as a peach      The woman for me doesn't live in a mansion   Taking baths in a hot tub, drinking whiskey and cream   The woman for me is a fighter with passion   Boxcar Betty is the woman of my dreams      She was a hobo and a tramp   And a rebel through and through   Boxcar Betty, I am yours   For the OBU      She refused to marry rich   Or kiss anybody's ass   She was proud to be a union woman   And a leader of the working class      She hopped the freights from state to state   With revolution in her eyes   'Cause she couldn't stand to hear the sound   Of a hungry child's cries      She was a hobo and a tramp   And a rebel through and through   Boxcar Betty, I am yours   For the OBU      Boxcar Betty didn't give a damn   About what some people said   They called her a free lover   They called her a dirty red      But if I could do anything in life   I would hope to make my stand   Hanging around the jungles   As Boxcar Betty's right-hand man      She was a hobo and a tramp   And a rebel through and through   Boxcar Betty, I am yours   For the OBU