The Rockets - Mr. Chips lyrics

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 (fade)