C.A.M.R.A. Man Songtext / Lyric

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!