I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
My momma used to dance for the money theyd throw
Poppa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsies tramps and thieves
Wed hear it from the people of the town
Theyd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of mobile
Gave him a ride filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen he was twenty one
Rode with us to memphis
And poppa woulda shot him if he knew what hed done

Gypsies tramps and thieves
Wed hear it from the people of the town
Theyd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Yip!
Yahoo!

She was born in the wagon of a travelling show
Her momma had to dance for the money theyd throw
Grandpad do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsies tramps and thieves
Wed hear it from the people of the town
Theyd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Blahblahblahblah....
Fuck it
Fuck it all

Originally by cher. lyrics contributed by dave labentowicz.