I used to buy my chips
From an oppressive chip-shop regime.
The girl who worked there, she seemed happy
But I knew it was not what it seemed.
"Do you want salt and vinegar?"
Was what they made her say,
But in the language of the ghetto,
That means "Help, I'm a woman in chains."
I wanted to free her.
In my dreams I would see her
Running naked through the woods 'round Rainham,
If I had some tigers I'd train 'em.
To protect her.
From the s**ual fascism that was lurking
Round the gherkins.
Yeah.
I'd lean across the counter
And we would talk.
I carved her name, Debbie,
On a little wooden fork.
But into the shop came a skinhead gang,
They s*****ed the fork from my hand.
Debbie, she looked at me,
To a**ert my masculinity,
I said "Oi!", they said "What?",
I said "Nothing".
From an oppressive chip-shop regime.
The girl who worked there, she seemed happy
But I knew it was not what it seemed.
"Do you want salt and vinegar?"
Was what they made her say,
But in the language of the ghetto,
That means "Help, I'm a woman in chains."
I wanted to free her.
In my dreams I would see her
Running naked through the woods 'round Rainham,
If I had some tigers I'd train 'em.
To protect her.
From the s**ual fascism that was lurking
Round the gherkins.
Yeah.
I'd lean across the counter
And we would talk.
I carved her name, Debbie,
On a little wooden fork.
But into the shop came a skinhead gang,
They s*****ed the fork from my hand.
Debbie, she looked at me,
To a**ert my masculinity,
I said "Oi!", they said "What?",
I said "Nothing".