Oh, Didn't He Ramble

Oh, didn't he ramble? Standing on the stand up and sing.

Oh, he'd

be happy for just one shot of beer and then. And then there was the one he got from memory. It was the best of beer, you know. It was

the best. And then he said the things that get the girls in ninety days. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled all around. In and out the town. Oh,

didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled till the bookers cut him down.

His flat feet was a terror, oh, and such a ram was he. That every copper knew by heart his rambling pedigree. And when he took his ladder out to

go and paint the town. They had to take the megaphone to call the rambler down. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled all around. In and out the town.

Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled till the bookers cut him down.

He rambled in a swell hotel. His appetite was stout. When he refused to pay his bill, the landlord kicked him out. He reached to strike him with a brick,

but when he went to stroke. The landlord kicked him in the pants and made him loop the loop. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled all around. In and

out the town. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled till the bookers cut him down.

He rambled to a lady's suite on one thing loudly slain. They asked him what he'd like to eat. They meant to feed him right. But like the old skinny

cat, the cat began to arch. When he called for a marine squad, they donned their seventeen star march. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled all around. In and

out the town. Oh, didn't he ramble? Ramble. He rambled till the bookers cut him down.