Hello Karen, are you coming out now?
Hiya, Pat and Pam, do you fancy coming?
What is it? A disco or a party?
Where?
Where?
At the chippy,
At the chippy,
Where the salt stings, and the vinegar is drippy.
Evening girls, what is it? Double scallops,
At the chippy
We say, yippee,
And our pies will never make you gippy,
Evening, evening, evening, evening,
Not so bad. The weather? Could be worse.
That's right.
Can we have a bulletin?
The atmosphere is really hotting up now.
That's right.
At the chippy,
We go skippy,
Whoops! The grease does make the lino slippy,
We're here, there.
From at least three streets away,
At the chippy,
You go dippy,
Burn your tongue, get grease all round your lippy,
Just breathing in could make you hyperventilate.
It's great.
Chips and Vimto. I could drink it by the crate.
It's great.
Daily Mirror's so much nicer than a plate.
It's great.
Bugger yoghurt, I think chips rejuvenate.
How can you hesitate?
Does it make you salivate?
How can we accentuate the fact we don't exaggerate?
The chippy's great,
IT IS!
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