Ramblin' Rover [C] - Silly Wizzard |[Chorus] | C |Oh, there are sober men and plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, | F C Dm F |There are men of over ninety, Who have never yet kissed a girl. | C |But gie me a rambling rover, Frae Orkney down to Dover, | F C Dm G C |We'll roam the country over, And to-gether we'll face the world. C I have roamed through all the nations In delight of all creations F C Dm F Enjoyed a wee sensation, When the company did prove kind. C But when partin' was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure F C Dm G C To the good friends that we treasure For they always are in our minds. C There are those who feign enjoyment From merciless employment F C Dm F Their am-bition was this deployment From the minute they left the school C They save and scrape and ponder While the rest go out and squander F C Dm G C See the world and rove in wonder And they're happier as a rule. C If you're bent with arthritis, Your bowels have got colitis F C Dm F You've galloping bollock-itis And you're thinking it's time you died C You've been a man of action, You're lying there in traction F C Dm G C You may get some satis-faction thinkin' "Jesus, at least I tried".