THE WANDERER

Words & Music by Ernest Maresca
Copyright WARNER CHAPPELL International rights secured

Oh well, I'm the type of guy
who will never settle down.

Where pretty girls are,
well, you know that I'm around.

I kiss 'em and I love 'em,
'cause to me they're all the same.

I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em,
I don't even know their name.

They call me the wanderer, yea, wanderer,
I roam around, around, around, around.

Oh well, there's Flo on my left arm,
Mary on my right.

And Janie is the girl,
oh, that I'm dating tonight.

And when she asks me
which one I love the best,

I tear open my shirt
and show her Rosie on my chest.

'Cause I'm a wanderer, yea, wanderer,
I roam around.

Oh well, I roam from town to town.
I go thru live without a care.

And I'm as happy as a clown,
hey, with my two fists of iron,
and I'm going nowhere.

Oh well, I'm the type of guy
that likes to roam around.

I'm never in one place,
I roam from town to town.

And when I find myself
falling for some girl,

I hop right into that car of mine
and drive around the world.

'Cause I'm a wanderer, yea, wanderer,
I roam around, around, around, around, a...
yea, 'cause I'm a wanderer.

Yea, oh yea, I'm the type of guy
that likes to roam around.

I'm never in one place,
I roam from town to town.

And when I find myself
a falling for some girl,

I hop right into that car of mine
and drive around the world.

'Cause I'm a wanderer, yea, wanderer,
I roam around, around, around, around.

I'm a wanderer, yea, wanderer,
I roam around.

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11-26-93, 15:45, R.S.

Soft Karaoke
Words
Melody
Vocals
Drums
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Keyboard
Guitar
Sax