The Who knew.

Going Mobile, By The Who

I’m going home And when I want to go home, I’m going mobile Well I’m gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, Goin’ mobile Keep me moving I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, Goin’ mobile I can stop in any street And talk with people that we meet Goin’ mobile Keep me moving Out in the woods Or in the city It’s all the same to me When I’m driving free The world’s my home When I’m mobile Play the tape machine Make the toast and tea When I’m mobile Well, I can lay in bed with only highway ahead When I’m mobile Keep me moving Keep me moving Over fifty Keep me groovin’ Just a hippie gypsy Come on move now Movin’ Keep me movin’ yeah Keep me movin’, movin’, movin’, yeah Movin’ yeah Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile…. I don’t care about pollution I’m an air-conditioned gypsy That’s my solution Watch the police and the taxman miss me! I’m mobile! Mobile, mobile, mobile, yeah

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