Dada dum-da dadada dum-da Where it's at Dada dum-da dadada dum-da Where it's at He's a man who knows most everything Of anything at all Tells a story of psychology And his story never falls He's a man who wears a portobello yellow bill-bob hat He's a man who knows exactly where it's at He's a man who draws illusions And he carves them on a tree Including all the love he found He gives to you and me And I don't even know his name But I surely promise that He's a man who knows exactly where it's at Roaming around from place to place He takes in all that he sees He notices the good things that please him He watches all the bad things that grieve him But he loves everybody and he knows just where it's at He was born of Gypsy parenthood And he's always lived the land And if people who would talk to him Just cannot understand But no matter what they say of him They'll always tell you that