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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 them To protect her From the sexual facism that was lurking round the gherkins 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 skin-head gang They snatched the fork from my hand Debbie, she looked at me To assert my masculinty I said "Oi!" They said "What?!" I said "Nothing." |