HALF MAN HALF BISCUIT


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

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!

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