Fish and chips. I said it’s not the Netherlands.
Makes me want to lick my lips.
Eat them for breakfast, lunch and tea.
Fish and chips are for me.
I’ve never heard that song before.
I like green bananas and what are you talking about, man?
Pink ice cream. Where does this song come from?
Wobbly jelly. It makes me scream. Ah,
Mom’s hamburgers are pre,
but I like fish and chip best of all.
Fish and chips rule at the end of that.
I think I can’t remember.
I went to a diesel one school.
It was this like a British kids song.
No, no, no.
This song came around in the 80s,
not the 50s. Fish and chips.
Yeah, fish and chips. Wow.
I can probably find it. What do you reckon it’s called?
You don’t have to. Jelly makes me fish and chips song.
Fishing trip song. New Zealand. Yeah, here it is.
She didn’t like it.
Makes me scream
like fish and chips best of all.
Oh, there it is.
Not a great rhyme. Fish and chips. Yeah.
Fish and chips. You’ve been missed out Fletch.
Make me want to lick my lips.
This is the bongo drum interlude.
Please don’t tap. You’re watching me.
This is the bongo drum interlude.
Even though this is more of a steel drum.
Nothing is more important than listening to the song right now.
Fish and chips. Fish and chips
for breakfast, lunch and tea.
Oh, should they go back?
To the green bananas and pig eyes.
Okay, so they just repeat.
They could have cut that off halfway through,
but fish and chips just for me. Yeah.