THE HIP
HOP CHIP SHOP
Hungry Honey? And you
Snny?
Why not stop at the Hip
Hop Chip Shop?
We do all kinds of pies,
but not French fries.
Round here, we call them
chips. You heard me, Chips.
We do curry in a carton,
and gravy in a tray,
My fingers are goin’
green from doing mushy peas all day
You can eat in here or
have a take away
But whatever you do,
don’t forget to pay.
We’ve got a blue light
that electrocutes flies
But we ain’t never gonna
to sell no one French Fries.
We call them chips.
Watch my lips, I said chips.
Service with a smile.
Service with a song.
Your fish is still
frying but it won’t take long.
Help yourself to
vinegar. Help yourself to salt.
If all that fat gives
you a heart attack it’ll be your own fault.
You get more off us than
off the competition.
Their fish got caught by
the Spanish Inquisition,
Well past it’s sell
date, know what I mean mate?
Oi, you clear off. I’m
not serving you in that drunken state
But I’ll serve these
guys coz they’re all right
Except we’re closin’ now
‘till tomorrow night,
And remember, what we do
is chips, chips, chips….
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