THE OXFORD AND CAMBRIDGE TRAMP


As I’m trampin these roads

I see loads upon loads

Of natty black gowns

Believe it or not that’s what I see in these towns.

My head is a yearnin

To get me some learnin

I want me some schoolin

No foolin.

It’s a pain in my heart

I want to be part

Of the knowledge that’s here.

But I really want beer.

Beer’s so relaxing

And when I’m drinking

I’m not taxing,

The waves in my brain.

It looks like the idea of school has gone down the drain.

So I go back to trampin

Re-routing and rampin

And campin out nights.

Watching the lights

Of educational fires.

And dreaming of spires.

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