Chords for The Lancashire Hotpots - Chippy Tea
Tempo:
110.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
F#
F
G
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#] [B]
Well, it's the end of the working week, [E] I'm rushing back home quick.
I'm starving, I'm for a quen-th-a-dose, I [F#] could eat a buttered brick.
I need scotchy food without the force [E] of them white,
Give me [F] a plate of [B] couscous, I said I'm sorry, love, [F#] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [E] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [F#] she don't agree with me.
[B] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [E] or me a raspberry [F] coulis.
[B] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [F#] I want a chippy tea.
I'd like to [C] salt and vinegar on that, love.
Leave it open, will you, darling?
It's dark when I set soft to work, [F] it's dark when I [C] come home.
And all I want is simple food, [G] not diesel from Kenholm.
[C] Her inspiration's ready, steady [F] cook, am I eating [F#] it, am I?
[C] It's Friday night, [G] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] It's Friday night, I'm with envy, [G] right, I want a [C] chippy tea.
And in the red kitchen, Willem is preparing a [F] griddled squid with a [C] coconut paste,
chilli jam, and an [G] ice-corn croquette custard.
And in the [C] Lancashire kitchen, Murdo's brought back [F] from the chippy,
chips, [F#] peas, pudding, [C] gravy, crap, [G] a can of curry, a [C] barm cake, and a can of bib top, no!
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [G] and I want a [C] chippy tea.
I'm having a little sachet of tomato sauce.
[C#] Throw us a chicken in there, will you, love?
Oh, and in chippy they have babies' [F#] heirs, and tell him's that [C#] they serve splits.
But that's giving me nouvelle cuisine, [G#] and all I want is chips.
[C#] I don't care if it's one-a-night [F#] jellers, I think [G] that's a funny name for a [C#] fella, and I'm not eating [G#] it.
I want a [C#] chippy tea, one last time.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F#] I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G#] she don't agree with me.
[C#] You can keep your Jamie Oliver [F#] and your Gordon [G] Ramsay.
[C#] I'm a working man from [G#] Lancashire, and I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Right!
[G#] Throw a sausage in that batter, love.
Back as one of them chippy folks, isn't he?
Well, it's the end of the working week, [E] I'm rushing back home quick.
I'm starving, I'm for a quen-th-a-dose, I [F#] could eat a buttered brick.
I need scotchy food without the force [E] of them white,
Give me [F] a plate of [B] couscous, I said I'm sorry, love, [F#] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [E] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [F#] she don't agree with me.
[B] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [E] or me a raspberry [F] coulis.
[B] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [F#] I want a chippy tea.
I'd like to [C] salt and vinegar on that, love.
Leave it open, will you, darling?
It's dark when I set soft to work, [F] it's dark when I [C] come home.
And all I want is simple food, [G] not diesel from Kenholm.
[C] Her inspiration's ready, steady [F] cook, am I eating [F#] it, am I?
[C] It's Friday night, [G] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] It's Friday night, I'm with envy, [G] right, I want a [C] chippy tea.
And in the red kitchen, Willem is preparing a [F] griddled squid with a [C] coconut paste,
chilli jam, and an [G] ice-corn croquette custard.
And in the [C] Lancashire kitchen, Murdo's brought back [F] from the chippy,
chips, [F#] peas, pudding, [C] gravy, crap, [G] a can of curry, a [C] barm cake, and a can of bib top, no!
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [G] and I want a [C] chippy tea.
I'm having a little sachet of tomato sauce.
[C#] Throw us a chicken in there, will you, love?
Oh, and in chippy they have babies' [F#] heirs, and tell him's that [C#] they serve splits.
But that's giving me nouvelle cuisine, [G#] and all I want is chips.
[C#] I don't care if it's one-a-night [F#] jellers, I think [G] that's a funny name for a [C#] fella, and I'm not eating [G#] it.
I want a [C#] chippy tea, one last time.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F#] I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G#] she don't agree with me.
[C#] You can keep your Jamie Oliver [F#] and your Gordon [G] Ramsay.
[C#] I'm a working man from [G#] Lancashire, and I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Right!
[G#] Throw a sausage in that batter, love.
Back as one of them chippy folks, isn't he?
Key:
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[G#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, it's the end of the working week, [E] I'm rushing back home quick.
I'm starving, I'm for a quen-th-a-dose, I [F#] could eat a buttered brick.
I need scotchy food without the force [E] of them white,
Give me [F] a plate of [B] couscous, I said I'm sorry, love, [F#] I want a chippy [B] tea. _
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [E] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [F#] she don't agree with me.
[B] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [E] or me a raspberry [F] coulis.
[B] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [F#] I want a chippy tea.
_ I'd like to [C] salt and vinegar on that, love. _
Leave it open, will you, darling?
It's dark when I set soft to work, [F] it's dark when I [C] come home.
And all I want is simple food, [G] not diesel from Kenholm.
[C] Her inspiration's ready, steady [F] cook, am I eating [F#] it, am I?
[C] It's Friday night, [G] I want a [C] chippy tea.
_ Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] It's Friday night, I'm with envy, [G] right, I want a [C] chippy tea.
_ And in the red kitchen, Willem is preparing a [F] griddled squid with a [C] coconut paste,
chilli jam, and an [G] ice-corn croquette custard.
And in the [C] Lancashire kitchen, Murdo's brought back [F] from the chippy,
chips, [F#] peas, pudding, [C] gravy, crap, [G] a can of curry, a [C] barm cake, and a can of bib top, no!
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [G] and I want a [C] chippy tea. _
I'm having a little sachet of tomato sauce.
[C#] _ _ Throw us a chicken in there, will you, love?
Oh, and in chippy they have babies' [F#] heirs, and tell him's that [C#] they serve splits.
But that's giving me nouvelle cuisine, [G#] and all I want is chips.
[C#] I don't care if it's one-a-night [F#] jellers, I think [G] that's a funny name for a [C#] fella, and I'm not eating [G#] it.
I want a [C#] chippy tea, one last time.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F#] I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G#] she don't agree with me.
[C#] You can keep your Jamie Oliver [F#] and your Gordon [G] Ramsay.
[C#] I'm a working man from [G#] Lancashire, and I want a [C#] chippy tea.
_ Right!
[G#] Throw a sausage in that batter, love.
_ Back as one of them chippy folks, isn't he?
Well, it's the end of the working week, [E] I'm rushing back home quick.
I'm starving, I'm for a quen-th-a-dose, I [F#] could eat a buttered brick.
I need scotchy food without the force [E] of them white,
Give me [F] a plate of [B] couscous, I said I'm sorry, love, [F#] I want a chippy [B] tea. _
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [E] I want a chippy [B] tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [F#] she don't agree with me.
[B] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [E] or me a raspberry [F] coulis.
[B] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [F#] I want a chippy tea.
_ I'd like to [C] salt and vinegar on that, love. _
Leave it open, will you, darling?
It's dark when I set soft to work, [F] it's dark when I [C] come home.
And all I want is simple food, [G] not diesel from Kenholm.
[C] Her inspiration's ready, steady [F] cook, am I eating [F#] it, am I?
[C] It's Friday night, [G] I want a [C] chippy tea.
_ Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] It's Friday night, I'm with envy, [G] right, I want a [C] chippy tea.
_ And in the red kitchen, Willem is preparing a [F] griddled squid with a [C] coconut paste,
chilli jam, and an [G] ice-corn croquette custard.
And in the [C] Lancashire kitchen, Murdo's brought back [F] from the chippy,
chips, [F#] peas, pudding, [C] gravy, crap, [G] a can of curry, a [C] barm cake, and a can of bib top, no!
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F] I want a [C] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G] she don't agree with me.
[C] I don't want lobster, thermidor, [F] or me a raspberry [F#] coulis.
[C] I'm a working man from Lancashire, [G] and I want a [C] chippy tea. _
I'm having a little sachet of tomato sauce.
[C#] _ _ Throw us a chicken in there, will you, love?
Oh, and in chippy they have babies' [F#] heirs, and tell him's that [C#] they serve splits.
But that's giving me nouvelle cuisine, [G#] and all I want is chips.
[C#] I don't care if it's one-a-night [F#] jellers, I think [G] that's a funny name for a [C#] fella, and I'm not eating [G#] it.
I want a [C#] chippy tea, one last time.
Chippy tea, chippy tea, [F#] I want a [C#] chippy tea.
Won't you keep giving me posh, no, [G#] she don't agree with me.
[C#] You can keep your Jamie Oliver [F#] and your Gordon [G] Ramsay.
[C#] I'm a working man from [G#] Lancashire, and I want a [C#] chippy tea.
_ Right!
[G#] Throw a sausage in that batter, love.
_ Back as one of them chippy folks, isn't he?