The Lancashire Hotpots Chippy Tea Lyrics


Chippy Tea by The Lancashire Hotpots

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 butter 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 want's a chippy tea

Chippy tea, chippy tea
I want's a chippy tea
But you keep givin posh nosh
It don't agree with me
I don't want lobster thermadore
Or your rasberry coulie
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 off to work
It's dark when I come home
And all I want is simple food
Not Din Sum from Ken Hom
Her inspiration's ready steady cook
Am I eating it?
Am .
It's friday night
And I want a chippy tea

Chippy tea, chippy tea
I want's a chippy tea
But you keep givin posh nosh
It don't agree with me
I don't want lobster thermadore
With your rasberry coolie
It's Friday night
I'm within my rights
I wants a chippy tea
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"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
Bernards 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 posh nosh
It don't agree with me
I don't want lobster thermadore
Or your rasberry coulie
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 chippys they have baby's heads
In St Helen's they serve splits
But tha's giving nouvel cuisine
And all I want is chips
I don't care if it's one of Nigela'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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