CHIPS Chips and pudding, chips and pie, Chips and egg, with beans piled high. Chips and curry, chips and fish, Chips and peas in a great big dish. Why has the humble chip become An old and dying art? 'Cause everybody seems to want Chips frozen from the start. They never taste the same; They’re always skinny with no taste. You need fifty on a buttie Or the bread is just a waste. People always say to me, That chips are just no good. But nothing tastes as scrummy, As a deep-fried crispy spud. Lots of salt and vinegar, With a splash of tomato sauce. Just the thing to fill me up, When I’m hungry as a horse.Birth sign: Taurus
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