The Rockets - Mr Chips | Текст песни

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• The Rockets
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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