TRAILER STAR - SUIT OF NETTLES
B.J's Mobile Home
Billy Johnson’s house has three bald tyres
A dodgy tax disc, a licence that’s expired
Rusted lamps and blackened chrome
But that heap of scrap’s what he calls home
It don’t matter which way you go
One of these days you’ll pass
Him on the road
B.J.’s mobile home.
Rain comes through the sills, the engine’s shot
But those torn curtains hide all he’s got
The back seat’s home to his old mangy dog
The windscreen’s plastered with bird’s muck
But it don’t matter which way you go
One day you’ll pass B.J. on the road
B.J.’s mobile home.
He’s been to every place anybody’s been
He’s seen more sights than most people ever see
He’s lived twenty lives in the time most people live one
He’s still going whilst you’re stuck in a rut
So remember one day when you pass
B.J.’s mobile home just say hello….
