Tori Amos - That's What I Like Mick (The Sandwich Song) lyrics
[Tori Amos - That's What I Like Mick The Sandwich Song lyrics]
Cheese and onion sandwiches
On Derby chinaware
Fiddles and jigs and Woogie my dog
Auntie Vi having a swear
Taking my dad for a pint or two
A Sunday morning stroll
Licorice pipes and baggy suit's
Glen Hoddle scoring a goal
Catching a pike and riding my bike
Old wooden wheels and a bowl of eels
Yes, that's what I like, boy
That's what I like
Pie and mash and liquor
Walking about in the rain
Reading 'em books and comical
Looks, pianos, trams, and trains
Coals and cockles and thunderstorms
Plays on the wireless and all
Grandfather clocks, and Coke and brandy
Fountain pens and Beano and Dandy
That's what I like, I said
Hey, that's what I like
Little pubs out in the country
Mother-of-pearl and Barnet Fair
The sound of a banjo, barbershop singing
And having a kip in the chair
Burnt toast, a beer from the wood
And old Jerry Thomas' teeth
Jerry and Chet and cannon and ball
A banjo-picking Bill Keith
And old bank loads
Wood-burning stoves and Shirley MacLaine
And Petticoat Lane
That's what I like, I said
That's what I like, yes, boy
Yes, that's just what
Bubble and squeak and jumble sales
Little Richard and Jerry Lee
Bonfire night and Southend light
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 beginning
And fishing rods and frogs
And Spurs are winning
Yes that's what I like
Hey, that's what I like
A day at the races, off in the bases
Going out hopping in Kent
A new pair of braces, little kids' faces
Sleeping under the tent and Waggons
Chickens and picking blackberries
And swallows and sledges and
Devon and cherries
And haddock and trotters and
Horses and knickers
And cider and celery and banjo and kippers
Yeah, that's what I like, boy
That's what I like
On Derby chinaware
Fiddles and jigs and Woogie my dog
Auntie Vi having a swear
Taking my dad for a pint or two
A Sunday morning stroll
Licorice pipes and baggy suit's
Glen Hoddle scoring a goal
Catching a pike and riding my bike
Old wooden wheels and a bowl of eels
Yes, that's what I like, boy
That's what I like
Pie and mash and liquor
Walking about in the rain
Reading 'em books and comical
Looks, pianos, trams, and trains
Coals and cockles and thunderstorms
Plays on the wireless and all
Grandfather clocks, and Coke and brandy
Fountain pens and Beano and Dandy
That's what I like, I said
Hey, that's what I like
Little pubs out in the country
Mother-of-pearl and Barnet Fair
The sound of a banjo, barbershop singing
And having a kip in the chair
Burnt toast, a beer from the wood
And old Jerry Thomas' teeth
Jerry and Chet and cannon and ball
A banjo-picking Bill Keith
And old bank loads
Wood-burning stoves and Shirley MacLaine
And Petticoat Lane
That's what I like, I said
That's what I like, yes, boy
Yes, that's just what
Bubble and squeak and jumble sales
Little Richard and Jerry Lee
Bonfire night and Southend light
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 beginning
And fishing rods and frogs
And Spurs are winning
Yes that's what I like
Hey, that's what I like
A day at the races, off in the bases
Going out hopping in Kent
A new pair of braces, little kids' faces
Sleeping under the tent and Waggons
Chickens and picking blackberries
And swallows and sledges and
Devon and cherries
And haddock and trotters and
Horses and knickers
And cider and celery and banjo and kippers
Yeah, that's what I like, boy
That's what I like