There are a few groups called The Pack:

1. Pack was a German punk r… Read Full Bio ↴There are a few groups called The Pack:

1. Pack was a German punk rock band founded by Jörg Evers (ex-Amon Düül II), who yearned for more "direct and straightforward" music after after a trip to London. Still in 1977, they recorded the single, Com' On in a former WW2 bunker, released by Teldec in 1978. Of course, they claim this to be the first "true" punk record, while others say they're hippies... The following LP Pack doesn't seem to have been so successful -- it was the last. The opener "We Better Get Ready" is an absolute gem of trashy, noisy punk.

2. Pack is a crust punk band from biehl/switzerland.

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King Of Kings
Pack Lyrics

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Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out suits and shoes

I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found - short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around

I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room

Overall Meaning

The song "King of the Road" by Roger Miller tells the story of a man who is down on his luck, but still manages to live life with a sense of adventure and pride. The song opens with the man describing his living situation, which is a trailer for sale or rent with rooms to let for fifty cents. Despite the lack of amenities, such as a phone, pool, or pets, and even cigarettes, the man is not deterred. He knows that with two hours of work, he can buy himself an eight-by-twelve four-bit room, and he is content with the life he leads.

The second verse confirms that the man is a drifter, riding the rails from place to place. The train he is currently on is headed to Bangor, Maine, and he has traveled light with old, worn-out suits and shoes. He does not belong to the union, and he smokes old stogies he has found along the way. Despite his roving lifestyle, he still considers himself a man of means, albeit by no means in the traditional sense.

The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "trailers for sale or rent" and reminds listeners that the man is king of the road. He knows every engineer of every train he has ridden and has even memorized the names of all their children. He is resourceful, familiar with every handout in every town, and even knows which locks aren't locked when no one is around. The upbeat tempo, catchy melody, and the man's pride in his unique way of living make "King of the Road" a timeless classic.

Line by Line Meaning

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
I am living in a trailer park where I can rent out my trailer or offer rooms for fifty cents.

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I do not have access to a phone, a pool, or pets. I am out of cigarettes too.

Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
I am willing to work hard for my living.

Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
My hard work is worth it, as I can afford a small room.

I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Although I don't have much, I am content with what I have and live life on my own terms.

Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
I am traveling on a boxcar at midnight, and my destination is Bangor, Maine.

Old worn-out suits and shoes
I don't have much money to spend on clothes, so I wear what I can afford.

I don't pay no union dues
I don't belong to any union.

I smoke old stogies I have found - short, but not too big around
I smoke cheap cigars I find, but they are still enjoyable.

I know every engineer on every train
I have traveled so much that I know every engineer on every train.

All of their children, and all of their names
I also know their families and their children's names.

And every handout in every town
I know where I can get help in every town I visit.

And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around
I know where I can find unlocked places to sleep when no one is around.

I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
I sing about my life, living in a trailer park where I can rent out my trailer or offer rooms for fifty cents.

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
I am reminding everyone about my situation and the opportunities available.

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I still do not have access to a phone, a pool, or pets. Also, I am still out of cigarettes.

Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
I continue to work hard for my living.

Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I am still content with my small room, and my hard work is continuing to pay off.

I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
I continue to live my life on my own terms, despite not having much.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Roger Miller

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