Lyrics C.a.m.r.a. Man

Anything under five per cent I don't wanna 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 a CAMRA man
A CAMRA man, CAMRA man, a 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 "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 a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man, a CAMRA man
And you can really taste the hops!