Trailing Around In A Trailer
Composer(s): Harry Gifford - Fred E. Cliffe
Performer(s): George Formby



I love the fresh air, it's great, I declare
Wide open spaces for me
With trailer and car I set out afar
A rover I meant to be
Over the hills and dales
Over the slugs and snails
Trailing around in a trailer
Eee, it's champion campin' out

It's just like a real gypsy life
To make it look more real, a gypsy lent me his wife
I'd only one pair of pyjamas
It was awkward there's no doubt
We shared the suit between us, but we found it too tight
She had got the left leg on, so I put on the right
The tape it broke and I never got a wink of sleep all night
Eee, it's champion campin' out

On a farm t'other night, I was doin' all right
A dairy maid sat on me knee
One kiss it begun at a quarter-to-one
And it lasted till half-past-three
For breakfast we'd eggs and ham
Then I thought it was time to scram and go
Ttrailin around in me trailer
Eee, it's champion campin' out

To shut the window one day I tried
I banged it in a hurry with me head still inside
When I was doin' some fishin'
A girl strayed round about
She smiled and whispered, "Any luck?", she seemed a gay spark
As far as fishin' went, it's true me luck was off the mark
But I had a bit of luck with her as soon as it was dark
Eee, it's champion campin' out