Chip off the Old Block

Me and my old man We don't see eye to eye But we both like a pint And we both like a pie We both like fish and chips We both like fishing trips Still me and my old man We don't see eye to eye Chip off the old block Cut from the same cloth Chip off the old block Everything that I'm not Son, I'll never say Why I had to go away You'll find out in time The fault was not all mine I was in a shed at sixteen There was either the army or machines Had no choice in my day So I chose the regimented way Chip off the old block Cut from the same cloth Chip off the old block Everything that I'm not Such a stiff upper lip Sorry I couldn't let it slip We're like chalk and cheese Oh, com on son, please There's no need to be proud Do I have to think out loud? You're the last of the old Englishmen Yeah, bloody and unbowed Chip off the old block Cut from the same cloth Chip off the old block Everything that I'm not Chip off the old block Cut from the same cloth Chip off the old block Everything that I'm not