Will it be chips or jacket spuds
Will it be salad or frozen peas
Two others join in with:
Will it be mushrooms
Quickly followed by:
Fried onion rings
And all together now:
You’ll have to wait and see!
A brief tale featuring the driver, the choir and the steakhouse grill
The poor driver looks totally fed-up when the first workman breaks out into pre-dinner-time song. He shakes his head and his face has the look of ‘Not again – I hear this every evening … why can’t you just bloody-well wait til you get home to find out?’ The whole shebang has got that broken record feeling. The driver just wants to put his foot down and dump his colleagues off ASAP!
The colleagues (the dinnertime choir)
The Steakhouse Grill
The driver has had enough – he slams his foot down on the accelerator pedal and goes around bends and corners like a drunk Formula 1 driver. The choir in the van are thrown around like puppets and the dinnertime song is replace by shrieks and bumps. He then drops-off his colleagues one-by-one by – a loud screech of the wheels is heard as he reaches each drop-off point. As each colleague stumbles out the van (battered and bruised), the driver sings ‘Will it be chips or jacket spuds …’
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