Lyrics:
The Lancashire Hotpots

want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh it don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermadore Or your rasberry coulie I'm a working man from Lancashire

this Lancashire Town This Lancashire Town We both held hands Outside Matalan's I tucked in me vest Outside the old Nat West I dreamt of Gherkins Outside Dorothy Perkins In this Lancashire

Oh eye I know broadbands cheap but you're cheaper Listen to this You were up all night on t'internet downloading naughty films but theres one vital thing

Oh I got myself a myspace page It really is the best I logged into it the tother day It said new friend request It were from a lass in lancashire her

Deidre were the name of my first wife And she really were the true love of my life But she ran off with me best mate Jim and I really do miss him 'cos

Translation: The Lancashire Hotpots. Chippy Tea.

Translation: The Lancashire Hotpots. A Lancashire Dj.

Translation: The Lancashire Hotpots. Bitter, Lager, Cider, Ale, Stout.

Translation: The Lancashire Hotpots. This Lancashire Town.