The English Breakfast (And a Chippy Tea)

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Intro

Verse

The sun, a rather watery sort, is peeking through the blinds,

and one finds oneself in a state of some considerable… hunger.

The man brings up the Times, all ironed, of course,

but one's thoughts are not on politics, or some ghastly foreign divorce,

no, they're drifting to the kitchen, where a gentle sizzling can be heard.

It’s the overture,

the opening statement, the most important word

in the lexicon of morning!

Two bangers, plump and from a reputable chap in Stow-on-the-Wold,

a rasher of bacon, oh, *terribly bold,*

with its rind just catching.

And an egg, you see, not scrambled into some awful yellow heap,

but fried, with a yolk that’s just waiting to weep

all over a wedge of fried bread that’s been crisped up in the fat.

One simply can’t argue with that.

Chorus

It’s the underpinning of the nation, a truly edible foundation,

A gastronomic battle cry against all continental notions.

From the break of day, with its glorious, greasy start

to the evening’s paper-wrapped work of art,

It’s what keeps a chap’s chin up, and his waistcoat holding steady,

The English Breakfast

And a Chip-ie Tea

post-chorus

when you're ready

Solo

Verse

Then the day proceeds, with meetings and… what-have-you,

and a frightful little sandwich for lunch that one has to make do with.

But as the evening shadows start to draw across the lawn,

a primal urge begins to dawn.

One finds the motorcar, and without a second thought,

you're pootling down the high street to that hallowed, steamy spot.

Inside, a chap called Stan, or perhaps it's Kevin

presides over a bubbling vat that smells of a particular type of heaven.

He'll ask you

"Cod or haddock, guv'nor?",

a question of profoundest weight,

as he lowers the pearly fillet

through the golden gate

of the batter.

And the chips, oh my, not pommes frites, those spindly, pallid things,

but proper, chunky fellows with the earthy joy they bring.

Chorus

Chorus

It’s the underpinning of the nation, a truly edible foundation,

A gastronomic battle cry against all continental notions.

From the break of day, with its glorious, greasy start

to the evening’s paper-wrapped work of art,

It’s what keeps a chap’s chin up, and his waistcoat holding steady,

The English Breakfast

And a Chip-ie Tea

The English Breakfast

And a Chip-ie Tea

The English Breakfast

And a Chip-ie Tea

post-chorus

when you're ready

Fade Out

(The English Breakfast)

(And a Chip-ie Tea)

(The English Breakfast)

(And a Chip-ie Tea)

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