Candy babies
Riding on Comet Kohoutek
Landing on Candy Mountain
King of the hoboes and the bums
Candy baby king of the hoboes and the tramps
Sittin round the jungle fire
The candy baby's never gotta bring a vegetable
He eats for free. Hell, he don't eat much
And every now and then the local Rosasharn visits,
And he gets some fresh milk — why,
You should see it when the Rosasharns come!
There's a hootin and a hollerin, and every hobo
Within earshot comes runnin down with his tin
Cup and his old can and whatever he got, and
The Rosasharn goes slowly down the middle of the jungle,
Shootin milk in both directions, expert-like,
Like a guy throwin peanuts in the ballpark.