A Halloween Ode to Fosters Fish & Chips

I was working in the chippie, late one night
when my eyes beheld an eerie sight.
Didsbury residents, forming a queue -
well what else was I supposed to do?

I served them mash.
I served them pie and mash.
(Some pie and mash)
They paid with cards and cash.
(Some pie and mash)
They were gone in a flash.
(Some pie and mash)
I served them pie and mash.

From the south, they came from Northenden;
from the north, they came from Withington.
They came along from West Didsbury
to get some pie and mash for tea.

I served them mash.
I served them pie and mash.
(Some pie and mash)
They paid with cards and cash.
(Some pie and mash)
They were gone in a flash.
(Some pie and mash)
I served them pie and mash.

The staff were having fun.
The evening had just begun.
We had steak pie, for a treat,
or on a budget, simply 'meat'.

The fryers were cooking, we were digging the smell
of fresh-cooked chips that were hotter than hell,
the foil trays were piling up by the door
as the punters bought one pie, then two, three and four.

I served them mash.
I served them pie and mash.
(Some pie and mash)
They paid with cards and cash.
(Some pie and mash)
They were gone in a flash.
(Some pie and mash)
I served them pie and mash.

Out from the back, an urgent shout:
"We need more mash - we're running out!"
But however bad things may have looked
there was plenty of time to get more cooked.

I cooked some mash.
I cooked some pie and mash.
(Some pie and mash)
They paid with cards and cash.
(Some pie and mash)
They were gone in a flash.
(Some pie and mash)
I served them pie and mash.

Now everyone's served, with bellies full
on a midweek feast that's never dull -
you need something tasty and filling to eat
before you hit the streets and cry "Trick or Treat?"

You need some mash.
You need some pie and mash.
(Some pie and mash)
They paid with cards and cash.
(Some pie and mash)
They were gone in a flash.
(Some pie and mash)
I served them pie and mash.