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Well it's the end of the working week And I'm rushing back home quick I'm starving I'm fair klempt tha knows I could eat a buttered brick I need stodgy food without the fuss Then wife gives me a plate of cous cous I said I'm sorry love but I wants a chippy tea Chippy tea, chippy tea I wants a chippy tea But you keep givin' me posh nosh It don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermidor Wi' a raspberry coulis I'm a working man from Lancashire And I wants a chippy tea Plenty salt and vinegar on that love Leave it open will ya darling It's dark when I sets out to work It's dark when I come wom And all I want is simple food Not dim sum from Ken Hom Her inspiration's Ready Steady Cook Am I eating it? Am I f... It's Friday night And I want a chippy tea Chippy tea, chippy tea I wants a chippy tea But you keep givin' me posh nosh It don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermidor With your raspberry coulis It's Friday night I'm within my rights I wants a chippy tea "And in the red kitchen William is preparing griddled squid With coconut pesto Chilli jam and an ice Cointreau custard" "And in the Lancashire kitchen Bernard's brought back from the chippy Chips, peas, pudding, gravy wrapped A carton of curry, a barmcake and a can of Vimto Now" Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin' me posh nosh It don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermidor Or your raspberry coulis I'm a working man from Lancashire And I wants a chippy tea Got any of your satchets of tomato sauce Throw us a chicken in there will you love Wigan chippies they have baby's heads In St Helens they serve splits But tha's giving nouvelle cuisine And all I want is chips I don't care if it's one of Nigella's I think that's a funny name for a fella I'm not eating it I wants a chippy tea One last time Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh It don't agree with me You can keep your Jamie Olivers Or your Gordon Ramsey's I'm a working man from Lancashire And I wants a chippy tea Right Throw a sausage in that batter love Pass us one of those 2p forks
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