Lyrics Chitterling - The Wurzels

Chitterling

Chitterling, chitterling, chitterling
Chitterling is all I crave
Fill me up with chitterling
Think of all the cash you’ll save
You can do Irish stew Cordon bleu
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy soups
You can buy it soft or hard
By the pound or by the yard
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops
Back in Queen Victoria’s time they held a grand affair
A really royal spree at the Russian embassy
Albert and Victoria they went there for the ride
Thinking it a change from toast for tea
Her Majesty was not amused, when right in front o' the Czar
Albert laughed, and his false teeth shot out
And as they fell into a bucket full of caviar
The royal consort he began to shout
Chitterling, chitterling, chitterling
Chitterling is all I crave
Fill me up with chitterling
Think of all the cash you’ll save
You can do Irish stew Cordon bleu
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy soups
You can buy it soft or hard
By the pound or by the yard
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops
When Willie Shakespeare wrote his famous Taming of the Shrew
He couldn’t sleep at night, stayed awake by candlelight
He broke his pen and burnt the midnight oil to no avail
For nowt could save him from his sorry plight
When suddenly a knock was heard when going to retire
It was his sweetheart Annie Hathaway
«Oh Will,» she said, «I've come to give you all that you desire,»
And Willie’s eyes lit up as he did say
Chitterling, chitterling, chitterling
Chitterling is all I crave
Fill me up with chitterling
Think of all the cash you’ll save
You can do Irish stew cordon bleu
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy soups
You can buy it soft or hard
By the pound or by the yard
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops
On the fifth day of November back in 1605
A stealthy figure went to the House of Parliament
And beneath his cloak he carried a great barrel in his hand
It was Guy Fawkes that night on mischief bent (boo)
A soldier of the Royal Guard said «Hullo, what’s this here?»
Spying out the barrel 'neath his cloak
«Pray tell me, sir, what’s in that cask, I’m sure it can’t be beer?»
Old Guy took off his hat, and softly spoke
Chitterling, chitterling, chitterling
Chitterling is all I crave
Fill me up with chitterling
Think of all the cash you’ll save
You can do Irish stew Cordon bleu
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy soups
You can buy it soft or hard
By the pound or by the yard
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops
(All together!)
Chitterling, chitterling, chitterling
Chitterling is all I crave
Fill me up with chitterling
Think of all the cash you’ll save
You can do Irish stew Cordon bleu
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy soups
You can buy it soft or hard
By the pound or by the yard
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops
Chitterling’s the stuff to give the troops