Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rambo, artist - Manhattan Transfer. Album song Vocalese, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1984
Record label: Concord, Craft
Song language: English
Rambo |
He’s got that funny name |
An' ramblin' that’s his game, that’s it |
He’s Rambo, talkin' bout |
Me! |
We’ll see (Piano) |
They call him Rambo 'cause he’s travellin' |
He don’t stay one place |
His life’s a string he keeps unravellin' |
He don’t leave no trace |
He’s got a yen for changin' places |
He digs changin' scenes |
That way he stays in everybody’s good graces |
He’s happy on the move |
He’s mobile and free |
He wants no strings attached |
That’s how it’s gotta be, see! |
He’ll keep on ramblin' till the coda |
He don’t stay one place |
Because he’s just a ramblin' man |
His favorite hobby’s hittin' the road |
He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code |
Some people’re born to roam |
Fate gave 'em roamin' natures |
An' so they wander aroun' |
Leavin' people wondrin' when they’ll touch the groun' |
Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' |
Wherever they never been before |
As soon as you’re used t’their face |
They’re off 'n runnin' again |
Gone to another new place |
Peripatetic is the only word |
That I have ever heard that people could use |
That really describes him |
There’s no other word could do that |
Only other word I know that comes |
The closest to it is «Gypsy» |
An' that don’t really fit him at all |
«Cause he ain’t tellin' fortunes |
'N hates bein' dipsy |
Everywhere I go they call him Rambo |
'Cause he won’t stay long |
In my ramblin' |
I’ve met a lotta people here 'n there |
An' I find they’re 'bout the same everywhere |
Each with his own little thing |
That he uses while he’s tryin' to swing |
Maybe the look ain’t the same |
But they play the same game |
An' there’s quite a bit o' difference |
In their outlook, I know |
Still 'n yet, their story, lem’me tell you |
Is a story that you won’t forget |
When I was young 'n very green |
I felt so stuck with m’present situation |
Later, when I got a little older |
That was when I discovered I could split |
'N find myself another groove |
That was all I need |
I was on the move |
I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' |
To this day I’m a rover who’ll always be ramblin' |
You git drug stayin' in one place |
Depressed an' feelin' low down |
Get new kicks movin' roun' |
Roamin' the country’s educational for you |
'N widens your point of view |
Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out |
'N that’s true without a doubt |
Y know? |
I mean y’dig — - |
That’s Rambo’s gig |
Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t’split |
Oh yeah, he’ll start packin' 'n quit it |
Forget it! |
'Cause he’s done with it |
That’s Rambo! |
Travellin' light |
Stay too long he’ll git uptight |
So his motto is «Keep movin'» |
You got it! |
That’s his bit! |
Nex' time he might leave an address |
'Cause the little girl that he met |
Las' night |
Paid him so much attention |
That it got him a bit uptight |
We might not have t’call him Rambo |
'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down |
He’s gone the way of all men |
Fat, skinny or tall men |
It happened to this Rover we know — Rambo |