[Joe Auckland]
Spoke to my lady
She just flown in from LA
I got the impression
From her expression
That she was here to play
Picked her up
In my ride
Headed down to the seaside
“How are you girl?
How was the flight?
Did the portions satisfy your appetite?”
[Alex Horne]
“To be honest” (she said)
“I Wasn’t that impressed
It must have been a tiny chicken
If that was a chicken breast!”
[Joe Auckland]
She looked at me
And I could see
There was a hunger in her eyes
But I knew a place
To give her a taste
Of a steak & kidney pie

[Chorus]
English food gets me in the mood
English food gets me in the mood
Stop!
She licked her plate clean
Appetite set a light (?)
I could see
That this would be
A gastronomic night
Ate some chips
Licked her lips
She got down on her knees
And she prayed to God for a battered cod
And a pot of mashie peas
Next to saveloy
A stick of meaty processed joy
Had some gravy
For my baby
Chicken chow mein
With a touch of soy (touch of soy)
Next course was curry sauce
Not a drop was spilled upon her
One final treat
Some mystery meat
She gobbled up the donna (?)

[Chours]
English food gets me in the mood
English food gets me in the mood
(break it down)
The sea side empty
We were walking to the car
She turned her head
And then she said
[Alex Horne]
“What’s that lurking in the jar?”
[Joe Auckland]
Standing still
At the till
There was a quiver in her leg
She gave a cru
[Alex Horne]
“Oh my oh my
I want a pickled egg!”

[Chours]
Pickled food gets to spoil the mood
Pickled food sure to spoil the mood (I’m talking about)
Pickled food she wanted to get rude
But I’m never in the mood
After pickled food