[Intro] [boisterous male voice] Oy! You lot! You want a proper chippy? [distorted electric guitar riff, punchy drums] [Group vocals] Yeah! Give us the fish! Hey! [male lead] Oy! You lot! You want a proper chippy? [Group vocals] Yeah! Give us the fish! [upbeat piano and brass stabs] [Verse 1] [male lead] From the cold North Sea where the white foam rolls (Hey!) We haul the cod in to save our souls (Hey!) Into the flour and the golden bath The oil is grease on the London path We're sailing home for a greasy plate Salt on the skin, splash! Vinegar in, dash! Sauce in the bottle, let the magic begin Ready for the drop! One, two, three, crunch! [Chorus] [full band, brass section] Fish and chips, crunch! Fish and chips, crunch! Golden batter, you're the king! (Golden batter!) Fish and chips, crunch! Fish and chips, crunch! Chunky spuds, you're my everything! Cod and chips, cod and chips! Cod and chips, cod and chips! [Verse 2] Wrapped in the paper, steam in the air Walk down the high street, I haven't a care Give me mushy peas, that's the green and leafy Scraps on the side, it's some proper tree No fork, no knife, just use your hands Best blooming takeaway in all the lands Large haddock please, brother! [Bridge] [tempo remains steady, brass and strings build] Oh, the fryer is hot and the counter is long (Hey!) We sing for the chips and we sing for the song (Hey!) From Blackpool pier to the East End light We're feasting like kings on a Friday night! More salt! More vinegar! Rewind! [Chorus] [high energy, distorted guitar and brass] Fish and chips, crunch! Fish and chips, crunch! Golden batter, you're the king! (Golden batter!) Fish and chips, crunch! Fish and chips, crunch! Chunky spuds, you're my everything! Cod and chips, cod and chips! Cod and chips, cod and chips!
