"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 suits, Glenn Hoddle scoring a goal
Catching a pike and riding my bike, old wooden wheels and 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
William Brookes and comical looks, pianos, trams and trains
The coals and cockles and thunderstorms, place 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 Chuck and cannon and ball, a banjo pickin' 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, oh

Bubble and squeak and jumble sales, Little Richard and Jerry Lee
Bonfire night and Southern nights paddlin' in the sea
Polished brass and copper, Salvation Army bands
Violins and old coach inns and colored elastic bands
Tea in the morning and winter beginning and fishin' lines
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 wagons, 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