There's a story to tell
About a hobo who dwells
Under the skies of the children's nightmare
In the silence of his hidden lair.

He keeps himself under the ground,
So that noone could hear a sound.
Fresh meat is stuck in his black beard.
Sitting with a bottle of beer:

Cannibal hobo x 3

When the hobo was young,
Full of power and fun,
One girl declined to love him forever.
She was gone forever and ever.

He keeps himself under the ground,
So that noone could hear a sound.
Fresh meat is stuck in his black beard.
Sitting with a bottle of beer:

Cannibal hobo x 2
Disgusting cannibal hobo.

Cannibal hobo x 3