Pub Crawling Blues Songtext

von Ram John Holder

I've been rambling all around
Lookin' for a scene.
I've been doin' pub crawlin', man, you know what I mean.
The Bull & Bush, the Star, and Frenchwell's have seen my face.
Yeah.
I had ten pints of bitter at the Volunteer of Gloucester Place.
I'm pub crawlin'.
I'm the Ram.
I'm pub crawlin'.
Baby, I'm your man.
I started off the night at the Washington on England Lane.
I said I'm the pub crawlin' Ram and everybody knows my name.
When Big Ben struck 12 I was at Number One Queensway.
The music and the wine was groovin' like a-Funky Broadway.
I'm pub crawlin'.
I'm pub crawlin'.
Did you hear me callin'?
Pub cra-a-awlin'.
Sick it, baby!

At four in the morning, I started thinkin' about you.
So I started out the door and took a car to Waterloo.
I think I'm a-comin' on home.
I'm comin' on home.
I've been pub crawlin', now I'm comin' on home.
I got Bobby, Clive and Stan to see me make it on in.
Bobby, go ahead baby! Help me, baby! Yeah!
Oh, yeah, man!
We been pub crawlin'.
Pub crawlin'.
Hey fellas. Watch it man. Lemme get my keys.
Gotta take it down, now, take it down, the neighbours, man.
They don't dig my jag.
And the missus is asleep.
So you gotta take it down man.
Shucks.
My head is slipped in.
Too much of the wine, and too much of the gin.
Oh yeah. Mm-hmm.
Hey fellas, now I think I'm freakin' out.
You've gotta help me up the stairs.
The second floor I live.
Yes, pussyfoot on up the stairs.
Baby, the Ram has gotta have some rest.
Yeah.
Where the hell am I anyway, man?
Paris, Rome, New York, Moscow?
What?
Yeah, that's right, I'm in London. London. London, England.
How about that?
Been pub crawlin'...