Lyrics Mr. Chips - The Rockets

Mr. Chips

Mr. Chips
Was a dirty old man
He washed his hands
In money
He had gold-capped teeth
He had a shiny head
And his nose was always runny
Late one night
He had a dream
He fell into a washing machine
In the end
He went through the ringer
And now Mr. Chips
Is a whole lot cleaner
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
I hope you’re feeling
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
I hope you’re feeling much better
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
I hope you’re feeling
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
I hope you’re feeling much better
Mr. Chips
He’s a dirty old man
He washed his hands
In money
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