That's What I Like

Cheese and onion sandwiches and Derby chinaware, Fiddles and jigs, Woogie me dog, me aunty Vi having a swear Taking me dad for a pint or two and a Sunday morning Stroll. Licorice pipes and baggy suits, Glenn Hoddle scoring a goal Catching a pike and riding me bike, Old wooden wheels and a bowl of eels That's what I like, That's what I like Pie and mash in liquor and walking about in the rain. Reading books, comical looks, pianos, tramps and trains Old films on the telly and picking the kids up from school, Coal 'n' cockles and thunderstorms and plays on the wireless and all Grandfather clocks and Coke and Brandy, fountain pens and the Beano & Dandy That's what I like, That's what I like Little pubs out in the country, mother of pearl and Barnet fare The sound of a banjo, Barber shop singing and having a kip in the Chair, burnt toast and beer from the wood and old Terry Thomas's teeth, Jerry 'n' Chet, Cannon & Ball and banjo picking Bill Keith, Home baked loaves and wood burning Stoves and Shirley McLaine and Peticoat Lane. That's what I like, That's what I like Bubble and squeak and jumble sales, Little Richard and Jerry Lee. Bonfire nights, Southend lights and paddling in the sea Polished brass and copper, Salvation army bands, Violins and old coach inns, and coloured elastic bands Tea in the morning and winter begining, Fishing rods, frogs and Spurs are winning That's what I like, That's what I like A day at the races, old Fender basses, going down hopping in Kent. A new pair of braces, little kids faces, sleeping out under a tent And waggons and chickens and picking blackberries and Swallows and sledges and Devon and cherries and haddock and trotters And horses and nippers and cider and celery banjo and kippers That's what I like, That's what I like