Cheese and onion sandwiches on derby chinaware
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Fiddles and jigs and Woogie my dog and TV havin' a swear
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Takin' my dad for a pint or two, a Sunday morning stroll
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Licorice pipes and baggy suits, Glen Hoddle scorin' a goal
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Catchin' a pike and ridin' my bike on wooden wheels and a bowl of eels
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Yes... that's what I like, boy
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That's what I like
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Pie and mash and liquor, walking about in the rain
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William Brookes and comical looks, pianos, trams and trains
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Colds and cockles and thunderstorms, place on the wireless and now
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Grandfather clocks and coke and brandy, fountain pens and Beano and Dandy
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That's what I like, I said
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hey, that's what I like
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Little pubs out in the country, Mother Pearl and Bernard Faire
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The sound of a banjo, barbershop singing and having a kip in the chair
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Burnt toast, a beer from the wood and old Jerry Thomas' teeth
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Jerry and Chuck and Cannon and Ball, a banjo pickin' Bill Keith
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And old bank loads, wood burnin' stoves and Shirley MacLaine
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And petticoat lane
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That's what I like, I said
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That's what I like, yes boy
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Yes, that's just, ohh
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Bubble and squeak and jumble sales, Little Richard and Jerry Lee
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Bonfire night and south and that's paddlin' in the sea
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Polished brass and copper, Salvation Army bands
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Violins and old coach inns and colored elastic bands
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Tea in the mornin' and winter beginnin' and fishin' lines
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And frogs and Spurs are winning
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Yes that's what I like
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Hey, that's what I like
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A day at the races, cover the bases, goin' out hoppin in Kent
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A new pair of braces, little kids faces sleeping under the tent
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And wagons, chickens and pickin' blackberries and swallows and sledges
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And Devon and derries
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And haddock and trotters and horses and knickers and swatters and stickers
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And banjo, and kippers
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Yeah, that's what I like, boy
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That's what I like
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That's What I Like Mick (The Sandwich Song)
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| Tori Amos |
