I go where the weather's good
I do what I think I should
I move nearly every day
Trying to drive the blues away

I do what I want to do
I know who I'm talking to
I`m heading down the highway
I always do it my way

Disappearing nightly
Disappearing nightly
Disappearing nightly

I always take my pay in cash
Kings, queens and jacks
Life is like a card game
Playing for the prize of fame

Writing down another tune
Yet another dressing room
Cut another piece of cake
Looking for a big break

Try and make a square deal
Hard to get a square meal
Never get the ends to meet
Seldom have enough to eat
Haven`t time to make a friend
I wonder where it all will end
See you later . . . got to go
Got to make another show