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
Auntie Vi havin’ a swear,
Takin’ my dad for a pint or two
a Sunday morning stroll,
Liquorice pipes and baggy suits
Glen Hoddle scoring a goal,
Catchin’ a pike and ridin’ my bike
and wooden wheels and a bowl of eels,

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 Beano and dandy,

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 toast, 
a beer from the wood
And Old Jerry Thomas’ teeth
Jerry and Chuck and Cannon and Ball
and banjo pickin’ Bill Keith
and old bank loads, wood burning stoves
and Shirley MacLaine and petticoat lane,

Thats what I like, said
That’s what I like
yes, yes,
that’s just so,

Bubble and squeak and jumble sales
Little Richard and Jerry Lee,
Bonfire night and South
and that’s paddling in the sea
Polished brass and copper,
Salvation Army bands,
Violins and old coach inns
and colored elastic bands.
Tea in the morning and winter beginning
And fishing lines and frogs
and Spurs are winning,

That’s what I like,
Hey! That’s what I like

A day at the races, cover the bases
Going out hopping in Kent,
A new pair of braces, little kids’ faces
Sleeping under the tent,
And wagons, chickens and picking blackberries
and swallows and sledges and Devon and derries
and haddock and trotters and horses and knickers
and Slatter and Zooey and banjo and kippers,

That’s what I like,
That’s what I like.