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
