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