Polka Ballad of the Seagull Man

[Male Vocals] (Verse 1) Down by the tracks, where the trains roll slow, There's a hobo who's got nowhere to go. With feathers in his hat, and a squawk in his throat, He struts like a seagull, with a mischievous gloat. (Chorus) He's a hobo, disguised as a gull, Scavenging for fries, with a hunger to cull. In the parking lot, he dances and prances, Harassing train passengers for their French fry chances. (Verse 2) He flaps his arms and he caws with delight, As he swoops down low in the fading light. With a wink and a nod, he's a master of disguise, But deep down inside, the hobo never lies. (Chorus) He's a hobo, disguised as a gull, Scavenging for fries, with a hunger to cull. In the parking lot, he dances and prances, Harassing train passengers for their French fry chances. (Bridge) Some say he's crazy, others call him bold, But he's just a hobo, with a story untold. Living life on the edge, with nothing to lose, In his seagull disguise, he's got nothing to prove. (Chorus) He's a hobo, disguised as a gull, Scavenging for fries, with a hunger to cull. In the parking lot, he dances and prances, Harassing train passengers for their French fry chances. (Outro) So next time you're waiting for a train to depart, Keep an eye out for the hobo with a seagull's heart. For in the chaos of the parking lot's cries, You might just spot him, soaring the skies.