I'll Never Get a Scrumpy Here Songtext
von The Wurzels

Now old jolly Jack was a hardworkin′ chap,
And he longed for the chance to be free,
Stuck a pin in the map as it laid on his lap,
And he stuck it in gay Paree.
It were quite by chance that he heard of France,
'Cos he′d never been away before,
He was straight off the boat, with his ten-bob note,
When his heart fell through the floor.

Oh, I'll never get a scrumpy here
No, I'll never get a nice mild beer
Give me England every time, my dear
′Cos you never get surprises livin′ in Devizes
However hard I bloomin' try
Seems I′ll never get a hot meat pie
In old Somerset's where I′ll die

When I die...


So he made his way, in complete dismay,
Where the folks all goes at night,
And standing there was a girl so fair,
Her eyes were shinin' bright
Put ′is hand in his pocket, and it felt like a rocket,
Glowin' in his hand like a flame

So he winked his eye, and she give a cry,
"Have you chicken?" "No, I'm game!"

Oh, I′ll never get a scrumpy here
No, I′ll never get a nice mild beer
Give me England every time, my dear
'Cos you never get surprises livin′ in Devizes
However hard I bloomin' try
Seems I′ll never get a hot meat pie
In old Somerset's where I′ll die
When I die...
Oh, I'll never get a scrumpy here
No, I'll never get a nice mild beer
Give me England every time, my dear
′Cos you never get surprises livin′ in Devizes
However hard I bloomin' try
Seems I′ll never get a hot meat pie
In old Somerset's where I′ll die
When I die...