Hey there moody chops
You’ve gone and got national acclaim
Hey there moody chops
Your attitude can never be the same
You can never be surly again
‘Cos if you write another song about down in the dumps
The people gonna say: “Hey! What gives you the humps?”
You could be drinking muddy water
Sleeping in hollow logs
But no you’ve got national acclaim
Hey there moody chops
What you gonna sing about next?
Hey there moody chops
You’re gonna have to change the text
No more caterwauling in a minor key
You’re gonna have to croon about the Zuiderzee
And its total reclamation by twenty-o-three
Now you’ve got wads of the stuff
Now you got national acclaim
Alright boys, fill the skip…
You’re gonna have to take your hand from out of your sleeve
Your mumbling, you’re gonna have to leave behind
You’re gonna have to join Jools for the jam sketch
You’ll have to join Jools for the jam sketch
Oh moody chops
Oh moody chops
Moody chops
Oh moody chops
Hey moody chops
Mmm Moody chops
You’ve gone and got national acclaim
You done got national acclaim
You…