There’s been an awful uproar
in the Chip Butty home,
for Patsy Dolan’s up and gone
to move just down the road
She’s gone and moved next door to me
at number thirty nine,
shacked up with Scots Tommy
to have a fine old time
Now Tommy runs a tight ship
in-between the pints,
he used to discipline his ex
almost every night
We never saw his ex that much,
now I come to think
She used to spend her days indoors
and send the kids for drink
As Patsy flashed a smile so sweet
she entered through the door
I hope I see that smile again,
I hope to see once more
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