Lyrics

[Verse]
I trek up the crag in my woolly jumper,
Clutching my rack like a cow bell bumper,
Chalk bag on hip I place nuts in the breeze,
And my hexes go in, with a lubricated ease.

[Chorus:
I am the Trad Climber, I've got this in the bag,
I am the Trad Climber, I'm fondling this crag,
I have a big rack, my nuts are in the crack, 
I am the Trad Climber, I'll never fall back.

[Verse]
No bolts for me, love my hexes and cams,
I sneer at the sport kids, sitting in their prams,
I chalk up my fingers, I question the pegs,
While sipping my tea, I chalk up my legs!

[Chorus]
I am the Trad Climber, I've got this in the bag,
I am the Trad Climber, I'm fondling this crag,
I have a big rack, my nuts are in the crack, 
I am the Trad Climber, I'll never fall back.

[Verse]
In my tweed jacket, I flash my CAM-RA card,
Trim beard, flat cap, You know I climb hard
I'm the purest of pure, I don't mean to be rude,
And when I want to be purer, I climb the routes nude!

[Chorus]
I am the Trad Climber, I've got this in the bag,
I am the Trad Climber, I'm fondling this crag,
I have a big rack, my nuts are in the crack, 
I am the Trad Climber, I'll never fall back.

[Solo]

[Chorus]
I am the Trad Climber, I've got this in the bag,
I am the Trad Climber, I'm fondling this crag,
I have a big rack, my nuts are in the crack, 
I am the Trad Climber, I'll never fall back.