The Man In The Van Lyrics - Robin Williamson

by Robin Williamson 

His mother told me everything 

She had every reason to lie 

Down there in the laundromant 

Like his life was tumbling dry 

Born to be a fighter 

With nothing to attack 

They put sugar in his coffee 

And a t-shirt on his back 

And they signed it with a pen 

Now they've got him in ambulance 

And he'll never fight again 

Chorus: 

Nothing in his pockets and 

Nothing in his hand 

That man in the van 

Out there in the desert 

With the dinosaur blues 

With a suitcase full of earvax 

and pencils in his shoes 

The streets were full of marionettes 

And their eyes like blood 

It was raining crucifixes 

To the tune of Billy Buud 

Going to Los Cruces 

To breathe that magic air 

They've got a few shocks for him 

When he gets there