They lined up down the street
For a chance they got one
The kids on the grapevine
Whispering the news
The meat pies are in
The boys from baxendale
Made young men smile
As a waft of meat
Travelled from the chip shop
The meat pies were in
And wrapped up with chips
And a dash of chip shop vinegar
Young lads would follow their dads
Delivering Friday nights tea
The meat pies were in
The Inkwell 