Yankee in a Chip Shop

We've come, come, to chameleon In your pubs, clubs Nah, we don't want no trouble Sit down Nick, Nick, I'm dirty from my week Just wanna blend in And if you wanna find us then We're gonna run run run all ten blocks We're gonna run run run to the tube stop Just try to pull, pull, girls talking on their cells Saying, "Boys, cowboys, keep your gene pool to yourselves" Gotta run run run all ten blocks We gotta run run run to the tomb stop They wanna know: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? I gotta go, go! Go, go! Now everyone say 'hey!' (Hey!) And say it like you mean it 'Cause it doesn't mean a thing So it's easier to scream it Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Now say, 'Oakland is never more Oakland That when you're lost in London' Say 'Get, get, get our order up We gotta get get get greased to sober up' Now everyone say 'hey!' (Hey!) And say it like you mean it 'Cause it doesn't mean a thing So it's easier to scream it Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Now say 'get, get, get our order up We gotta get get get greased to sober up' They wanna know: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? They wanna know, oh: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? We gotta go, go! Go, go, gooooo! Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? They wanna know, oh: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Fuck, we gotta go