Who’ll never settle down.
Where pretty mares 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,
they don’t even know my name,
They call me the Wanderer,
Yeah, the Wanderer,
I roam around around
around around-a…”