Mr. Chips - The Rockets

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

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