Pubcrawlers

Fermented down to achieve a high alcohol content. Be warned!

Dave Scott: o.g. 1068-70

Hoppy Yorkshire brew, light in body and colour.

Steve Lines: o.g. 1058-60

Dark, well-hopped and very drinkable

The Pubcrawlers were Dave Scott and Steve Lines and they fermented because Steve had a couple of bottles of bourbon and a Tascam 4 track. They would meet up at Steve's Cloudbase Studios on Saturday afternoon's and consume bourbon and beer and attempt to record a bunch of drinking songs. The result was several incoherent Saturday evenings down the pub, some memorable hangovers and, oh yes, a cassette album entitled "Get It Down Yer!"

Pass Me A Can of Beer

Pubcrawlers

I fancy a pastie but the weather's too nasty

Pass me a can of beer

Don't know where I am, don't bother to ask me

Don't you just wish you were here?

It's only a shower, its lasted nine hours

Pass me a can of beer

Been in the churches and looked in the towers

But there aren't any gargoyles here

Pass me a can of beer

I can't wait to get out of here

There's bats in the belfry, I don't feel too healthy

Pass me a can of beer

I'm out of my tree and nobody can help me

How did I get down here?

"You want another can of beer - where you putting' all this stuff man?

You've had twelve cans already

Oh no, thirteen now!

I'm kinda thirsty myself

Only five cans left now.

Oh no! Four cans!

You want another beer! I ain't even had a drink yet man!

Only one can - I'm gonna have that can - ah! Too late!

The sun is now shining, on peas we are dining

Pass me a can of beer

Been watching the tide and talking tin mining

Let's all come again next year!

Home Brew Song

Pubcrawlers/J. Johnson

I like brewing it, sitting down and stewing it,

Chucking in the water with the malt and the hops

I like brewing it, sitting down and doing it

Watching all the bubbles as they rise to the top

I like brewing it, sitting down and stewing it

And when it's done I drink the bloody lot!

I had a mate who just couldn't wait

He drank some bottles before hey were done

I heard a commotion, there was an explosion

Blew himself apart like a neutron bomb

I like drinking it, sitting down and sinking it

In front of the TV with a bottle in me hand

I like drinking it, supping it and sipping it

Getting so drunk I can't hardly stand

I like drinking it, sitting down and sinking it

Here's another bottle, isn't life grand?

Camra Men

Pubcrawlers

Have a pint of swill boys it's tasting good tonight

A decent head, no bloody gas, the gravity's just right

A local brew, let's have a few and organise a trip

To the nearest brewery and then we'll all be sick

'cos we're all CAMRA men

And we're all drunk again

Cone on boy get off your arse

And have another glass

Hand pulled straight from the wood, tepid flat and tasty

Talk about the yeast and hops and landlords who are too hasty

Once a month we all meet up because we've got no friends

We're so bloody boring our meeting never end

We're all CAMRA men

No good for anything

Chuck away that lager shite

And have a decent pint

We've got our guides to real ale, they often come in handy

Look at him that stupid pratt, drinking Toby shandy

Real me drink real, I tell you boys it's true

Give me ten pounds and I'll get a round of Tetley's famous brew

Drunk In Woolworths

Pubcrawlers

I went shopping in Chippenham, it seemed a good idea

In the Rose & Crown I drank twelve of beer

I Went down town to buy a couple of books

Fell through a door, I were drunk in Woolworths

Didn't have a trolley or a bad in my hand

I saw a pretty girl and said I'm in a band

She said "Get Lost!" and kicked me where it hurts

I were ratassed gone, I were drunk in Woolworths

Spent seven hours crawling past the shelves

Husbands and wives, little kids as well

They just walked by as I threw up and cursed

I could'nt get out I were drunk in Woolworths

"Somebody show me the way to the door"

"Meanwhile I'm still drinking"

Get It Down Yer

Pubcrawlers

Oh no Oh no

Oh no oh no

Can't drink no more I'm gonna throw

Had ten pints tonight you know

I'll have a half maybe a shandy

A glass of coke would come in handy

Oh no! Oh no

Oh no! Oh no!

Here's another pint

Get it down yer!

Come on man give me a break

How much can a poor boy take

I'll drink one more pint of best

Then can I take a rest

Oh no! Oh no

Oh no! Oh no!

Here's another pint

Get it down yer!

It's last orders, nearly time

Nearly drunk my beer that's fine

Oh no what has he done,

I Can't drink another one

Oh no! Oh no

Oh no! Oh no!

Here's another pint

Get it down yer!

"Dave, what does CAMRA mean?"

"Can't 'Andle Much Real Ale!"