Lyrics That's What I Like Mick (The Sandwich Song) - 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 Pinot and Dante
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 on 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
In 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 says 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 coat shins and colored elastic bands
Tea in the mornin’and winter beginnin’and fishin’rods
And frogs and sparrows are winning
Yes that’s what I like
Hey that’s what I like
A day at the races
Cover the bases
Goin’doin bar-hoppin'in Kent
A new pair of braces
Little kids faces sleeping under the tin
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