Tori Amos That's What I Like Mick (The Sandwich Song)

Cheese and onion sandwiches on derby chinaware Fiddles and jigs and Woogie my dog and TV havin' a swear Takin' my dad for a pint or two, a Sunday morning stroll Licorice pipes and baggy suits, Glen Hoddle scorin' a goal Catchin' a pike and ridin' my bike on wooden wheels and a bowl of eels Yes... that's what I like, boy That's what I like Pie and mash and liquor, walking about in the rain William Brookes and comical looks, pianos, trams and trains Colds and cockles and thunderstorms, place on the wireless and now Grandfather clocks and coke and brandy, fountain pens and Beano and Dandy That's what I like, I said hey, that's what I like Little pubs out in the country, Mother Pearl and Bernard Faire The sound of a banjo, barbershop singing and having a kip in the chair Burnt toast, a beer from the wood and old Jerry Thomas' teeth Jerry and Chuck and Cannon and Ball, a banjo pickin' Bill Keith And old bank loads, wood burnin' stoves and Shirley MacLaine And petticoat lane That's what I like, I said That's what I like, yes boy Yes, that's just, ohh Bubble and squeak and jumble sales, Little Richard and Jerry Lee Bonfire night and south and that's paddlin' in the sea Polished brass and copper, Salvation Army bands Violins and old coach inns and colored elastic bands Tea in the mornin' and winter beginnin' and fishin' lines And frogs and Spurs are winning Yes that's what I like Hey, that's what I like A day at the races, cover the bases, goin' out hoppin in Kent A new pair of braces, little kids faces sleeping under the tent And wagons, chickens and pickin' blackberries and swallows and sledges And Devon and derries And haddock and trotters and horses and knickers and swatters and stickers And banjo, and kippers Yeah, that's what I like, boy That's what I like