I have no home to call my own
The open road is where I roam
But this road is coming to an end
I have found some land and pitched up my tent
I am now the king of my own castle
Eyes go round and the police give me hassle
I have a white flag waving in peace
Claiming squatters rights on the A27 Brighton to Lewes
Now I have been issued a court order
Bailiffs are here with a local news reporter
But I have no known fixed abode
Except for this roundabout on this polluted noisy road
I hitchhike and a policeman gives me a ride
He says he has a room for me that'll do just fine
Locked up in Bellmarsh with a paranoid banker who is serving life
So this is my one and only crime
Living on a worthless bit of land that wasn't mine
My cell mate cries each and every night
But I'll know I'll be out in 1,458 days time
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