Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies

Subject: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Gareth
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 07:45 AM

Silly Season again, but here is an item from the "Gaurdian" Click 'Ere which might cause some amusement.

Actually this might be the occasion for a rewrite of McColl's "Manchester Rambler"

Incidently have you heard about the "Flasher" in the midst of winter - he died of indecent exposure !!

Gareth

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: greg stephens
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 09:12 AM

I'm a ramble I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the naturist way
I may wear my trousers on Monday
But I let it all hang out on Sunday

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: greg stephens
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 09:17 AM

On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead
I'd much sooner flash it on Kinder
Than hide it inside'er in bed

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 09:58 AM

Having been a naturist for many years, I'd be quite glad to send him my support - but as he insists on being naked, I don't think he'd wear it.

Seriously though, while we were all trying to defeat (or diminish) the PEL aspects of the Licensing Bill, there was also another bill which as it was originally drawn up looked as though it might make naturism illegal - even within private clubs. It has since been modified however.

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Catherine Jayne
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 10:57 AM

Micca has written a parody of the Manchester Rambler....unfortunately it is rather rude to post on the forum...if you want the words PM him!!!

Khatt

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Amergin
Date: 27 Aug 03 - 11:33 AM

I've heard him sing it.....just about fell out of the chair laughing....

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 28 Aug 03 - 09:30 AM

Kat - if you and Micca are coming to the BBQ on the 14th, he can sing it for us.

Subject: RE: BS: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !!!!!!
From: Noreen
Date: 28 Aug 03 - 11:09 AM

Yes, I think it will be your sort of song, Dave.

Subject: ADD: South London Idler
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 01:08 AM

Chris Lamb sang this at the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on May 31

SOUTH LONDON IDLER
(Martin Guha) (modified by Chris Lamb, 2019)

(with apologies to Ewan MacColl)

I’ve driven up Snowdon and kept to the road an’
I never got out of me car
I’ve seen Jacob’s Ladder; there ain’t nothing sadder
Than ramblers – they’re really bizarre
They spend all their days on the moorland
They must be quite touched in the head
For sooner than climb up a mountain
I’d rather stay comfy in bed

CHORUS
Cos, I’m an idler, I’m an idler, from Sarf London way
I gets all me pleasures the easiest way.
I drive to the office on Monday
And I puts me feet up on Sunday

The day was just startin’, and I was just parkin’
In the car park up by the moorland
When a voice cried ‘hey you’ the way traffic wardens do
He’d a notebook and pencil in hand.
But the words that he said were quite cheery
‘Are you going hiking?’ he said
Nah! Sooner than climb up a mountain
I’d rather stay comfy in bed
CHORUS

He said, ‘it might do you good to walk down through the wood.’
Well I thought but I still cannot see
Why should I leave the sofa, or get out of me car
When there’s Springwatch back home on TV
He said ‘all this land is my master’s’
At that I stood shaking my head
What idiot would want to own mountains,
When beach villas in Spain can be had?
CHORUS

I once courted a maid, a saleswoman by trade
She lived in a bed-sitting room
She had the same tastes as me, she liked watching TV
She said ‘Let’s have a Seychelles honeymoon’
So the day that we married we went off,
And drove down to Gatwick instead
For sooner than climb up a mountain
We’d both rather stay comfy in bed
CHORUS

So I’ll drive where I will, over moorland and hill
And I’ll park by the Beachview Hotel.
Forget all your mountains, and your clear crystal fountains
I can see them from the winder quite well
I do wish they’d tarmac this meadow,
And extend the car park instead
For sooner than climb up a mountain
I’d rather stay comfy in bed.
CHORUS

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited !
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 01:16 AM

Anybody have the lyrics to Micca's parody?

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies
From: Manitas_at_home
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 01:33 AM

I thought I had but the file is corrupt.

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies
From: severed-head
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 01:27 PM

I've heard Chris Lamb sing this several times. It's great to have the lyrics. But what is that rumbling sound? Oh yes, it's Ewan MacColl turning in his .........
Garry

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 03:34 PM

So, ...
Here's one that I wrote back in the eighties, at the time of the Big Bang in the city.
Lots of dosh swilling around.

Jake
*************************
      The Yuppie Song

    by Jake Wade (after Ewen McColl)

Well I work very hard in the Stock Exchange yard
Every day from ten until two
Well I move the stocks round and the shares up and down
And I swap them like stamps don't you know
Then I go out to lunch with my banker
And drink Perrier and alcohol-free
For I must keep my head clear for the challenge
Of a game of squash after my tea!

Chorus:
        I'm a Yuppie, I'm a Yuppie, from London I've come
        With my green country coat and my green welly-gums
        I may be a whiz-kid on Mondays
        But I live in the country on Sundays


My wife's called Fiona, her father's the owner
Of country estates in the North
Though he's not quite sure where and he's never been there
And he thinks that it's somewhere near York
He's never been norther than Norwich
He says it's a very long way
And if he were ever to go there
He swears that he never would stay!


Well, I've bought an old barn, just to save it from harm
And to keep it from total decay
It's a bit of a heap, but it came very cheap
And the pig smell will soon blow away
I plan to install double glazing
And gas central heating as well
I'll rent to my friends in the summer
And when prices go up I can sell!


Well I've got a Range Rover and I travel all over
The hills and the fields around here
And the farmers all shout and they wave sticks about
They're so friendly it fills me with cheer
And the sheep they all run round in circles
With my dogs very close on their heels
I never knew sheep were so playful
You can tell by the way that they squeal!


Well I've dreamed of the country through all of my life
And now that I live here I find
That the smells are appalling, all the animals calling
And the noises go on through the night
I've been to the council about it
But they don't understand how I feel
When the cock crows "Arise!" in the morning
I turn over in bed and I cry!

        I'm a Yuppie, I'm a Yuppie, from London I've come
        With my green country coat and my green welly-gums
        I may be a whiz-kid on Mondays
        But I live in the country on Sundays

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 03 Jun 21 - 07:02 AM

First bloke that I ever heard sing it , the original, was Barry Halpin - later mistaken for Lord Lucan !

Subject: RE: Manchester Rambler - Revisited ! - parodies
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 03 Jun 21 - 04:45 PM

Slightly surprised that in all these years no-one has mentioned Ed Miller's transposition into the hills around Edinburgh: not sure when he wrote it, but it's been around for a good wee while! And a true parody, in teh sense that it changes the fewest words.


The Edinburgh Rambler                Ewan McColl/Ed Miller

Chorus
   I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Edinburgh way
   I get all my pleasure the wild moorland way
   I may be a wage slave on Monday
   But I am a free man on Sunday.

I've climbed in Glencoe, in the sun and the snow,
I've camped in Glen Etive as well
I've hiked up Caerketton, my problems forgettin’,
Of the long Angus glens I can tell.
My rucksack has oft been my pillow,
The heather has oft been my bed,
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
Chorus

The day was just ending as I was descending
To the Leithen from bleak Windlestraw
When a voice cried, “Hey you”, in the way keepers do,
He'd the worst face that ever I saw.
The words that he said were unpleasant
But in the teeth of his fury I said,
Sooner than part from these hills man,
I think I would rather be dead.
Chorus

Well he called me a louse and I said, “Think of the grouse”
Well I thought but I still couldn't see
Why the rolling Moorfoots and the hills roond aboot
Couldn't hold both those poor grouse and me.
He said, “All this land is my master's”,
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed.
Chorus

Well I courted sweet Lil in the Lammermuir Hills,
She was fair as the heather in bloom
And the blue of her eyes matched the clear moorland skies
And I wooed her from April to June.
But the day that we were meant to be married
I went for a ramble instead,
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
Chorus

So I’ll walk where I will, over mountain and hill
And I’ll lie where the heather is deep,
For I’m a man of the mountains, the clear crystal fountains
Where the cliffs they rise rugged and steep.
I've seen hoodie craws in the gully,
Heard the curlew’s cry high overhead,
And sooner than part from the mountains
I know I would rather be dead.
Chorus