Tekst Utworu

Anything under five percent I don't want to drink it Ugly frontage? Don't even think it. I want my hand held pumps, I want the sci-fi meet I want Dave and Barbara to refer me to the blackboard 'Cos I'm a CAMRA man, CAMRA man, CAMRA man Weekends, vintage car show Doctor Who aficionado No wife no kids, no way juke box I get sent the Belstaff catalogues 'Cos I'm a CAMRA man, CAMRA man, CAMRA man And at the Monday night archery A fellow cellar hopper lent to me A Willie Rushton biography In return for my Sally James scrapbook Guess the guest and win a night with... Guess the guest and win a night with... Guess the guest and win a night with... Guess the guest and win a night out with the CAMRA man A CAMRA man, CAMRA man, CAMRA man Oh I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I'm a dirty great big Five Nations fan I've got Cheap Trick Live at the Budokan I've got a friend I can trust I've got a shotgun round the back I've got a Bonneville in bits but I'm gonna sort it out Because I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man And you can really taste the hops!
Writer(s): Nigel Blackwell, Neil Howard Crossley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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