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