song from 'Cricket on the Hearth' by Rankin/Bass, 1967

This clip was made by a good friend of mine, since I couldn't find JUST this song on Youtube. But now you can!

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Diamonds, furs, and ocean trips
They don't go with tuppence tips
Don't feed me champagne talk
When we're eating fish and chips

Half-a-pints and smokey kips
Were never meant to touch my lips
Don't speak those platinum words
When we're eating fish and chips

Can't you get out of the habit
Of saying mink when you mean rabbit
Or saying sable when you can't afford raccoon
You've got caviar taste and shad roe pockets
And you never-ever buy me the moon

With my life I've come to grips
Throw away your clever quips
I'm prepared to love you
And to love my fish and chips

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Thanks to chopstewie for the lyrics