Chorus:
Chitterlin', chitterlin', chitterlin'; chitterlin'
is all I crave,
Fill I up with chitterlin', and think of all the cash
you'll save;
You can do Irish stew or Cordon Bleu,
Stuff it where you stuff your fancy suits,
You can buy it soft or hard, by the pound or by the
yard,
Chitterlin's the stuff to give the troops!
Now back in Queen Victoria's time, they held a grand
affair
A real Royal spree, at the Russian Embassy
Old 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 the
Czar
Old Albert coughed, and his false teeth shot out
And as they fell into a bucket full of caviar,
The Royal Consort he began to shout :
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Chorus
Now when William 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,
'Cos nowt could save him from his sorry plight
When suddenly a knock was heard, as he went to retire
It was his sweetheart Annie Hathaway
She said "Oh Will, I've come to give you all
that you desire,"
His eyes lit up and he began to say :
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On the fifth day of November back in sixteen hundred
and five,
A stealthy figure went, to the 'Ouses of Parliament
And beneath his cloak he carried a girt barrel in
his hand
It was Guy Fawkes that night on mischief bent.
A soldier of the Royal Guard said "Hullo, what's
this yere,"
A'spyin' out the cask beneath his cloak
"Pray tell I, Sir, what's in that cask, I'm sure
it can't be Scrump,"
Old Guy took off 'is hat, and softly spoke :
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*Chitterling - smaller intestines of
beasts, cooked for food.
