The Lancashire Hotpots - Hip Meddow lyrics

Noow Ladies and Gentlemen The English language Y'know, it's there to be used, not abused Well, there's folks out there, let me tell you They're just downright lazy Let me explain to you what I mean here in this song Here we go There's a man who on a Sunday Drives up and down and past our house In his flat bed transit van For miles around you can hear him shout Hip Meddow Hip Meddow I can see you're confused but let me tell you another bloke who does it C'mon Come wi' yer dad Sat on railway station platform sits someone selling local news To advertise his paper goods he calls the papers name (he won't choose the chips) And you know what that papers called don't you? Hip Meddow Hip Meddow Outrageous But listen, That's not even them all There's another one that does it Listen to this In a room down Labour Club stands a figure with his mike in hand For twenty years he's crooned along Supported by his backing band And y'know what they sing don't yer? (Ace of Spades?) (Bohemian Rhapsody?) No Hip Meddow From the scrap metal man to the newspaper tout And the Labour Club singers they all want to shout This wonderful phrase whose meaning can change But no matter who cries it, it aways sounds the same Hip Meddow That's right Hip Meddow Let's have a listen to what they're actually saying C'mon We say scrap metal They say Hip Meddow We say Evening Standard They say Hip Meddow We say Unchained Melody They say Hip Meddow They're absolutely crackers in't they c'mon everybody Hip Meddow From the scrap metal man To the newspaper tout And the Labour club singers they all want to shout This wonderful phrase whose meaning can change But no matter who cries it It always sounds the same Hip Meddow Hip Meddow That's right, a big one now for end C'mon Hip Meddow Beautiful