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The Manhattan Transfer

Rambo

 

Rambo

(album: Vocalese - 1985)


He's got that funny name
An' rambling that's his game, that's it
He's Rambo, talking bout
Me!
We'll see

They call him Rambo 'cause he's travelling
He don't stay one place
His life's a string he keeps unravelling
He don't leave no trace
He's got a yen for changing places
He digs changing 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 rambling till the coda
He don't stay one place
Because he's just a rambling man
His favorite hobby's hitting the road
He was a fella living solely by the ramblers only code
Some people're born to roam
Fate gave 'em roaming natures

An' so they wander aroun'
Leaving people wondring 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' running 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 telling fortunes
'N hates being dipsy
Everywhere I go they call him Rambo
'Cause he won't stay long

In my rambling
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 trying 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 rambling
To this day I'm a rover who'll always be rambling

You git drug staying in one place
Depressed an' feeling low down
Get new kicks moving roun'

Roaming 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' itching t'split
Oh yeah, he'll start packing 'n' quit it
Forget it! 'Cause he's done with it

That's Rambo! Travelling 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 settling down
He's gone the way of all men
Fat, skinny or tall men
It happened to this Rover we know... Rambo

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