In the chip shop down the road from here
There works a woman of Chinese extraction,
Although the cod and chips are nice, it's clear
She really is the number one attraction.
She's tiny, very pretty, and her smile
Has all the men from town inclined to linger.
She scoops out chips in one almighty pile,
Always asks them " Wantee saultanvinger?"
She turns old men into excited boys,
And as they stand and watch, their pulses quicken,
She knows how they all like their saveloys,
Fish cakes, mushy peas and bits of chicken.
They don't do rice or bean-sprouts, got no curry,
But what she's got will make you hot, don't worry.