cheese and onion sandwiches and derby chinaware
fiddles and jigs, and wogie my dog and aunty vi having a swear
taking my dad for a pint or two on a sunday morning stroll
licorice pipes and baggy suits, glen hoddle scoring a goal
catching a pike and riding me bike, old wooden wheels and a bowl of eels
yes… that’s what i like, boy
that’s what i like
pie and mash in liquor, a-walking about in the rain
readin’ ’em books, and comical looks, pianos, trams and trains
coals ‘n cockles and thunderstorms, and plays on the wireless and all
grandfather clocks and coke and brandy, fountain pens and beano & 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 and beer from the wood and old terry thomas’s teeth
jerry ‘n chet, cannon & ball and banjo pickin’ bill keith
and ol’ bank loads and wood burning stoves, shirley maclaine and petticoat lane
that’s what i like, i said
that’s what i like, yes boy
yes, that’s just, ohh
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 beginning
fishing rods, 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 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
yeah, that’s what i like, boy
that’s what i like
