Yankee in a Chip Shop - The Matches

We’ve come, come, to chameleon

In your pubs, clubs

Nah, we don’t want no trouble

Sit down Nick, Nick

I’m dirty from my week

Just wanna blend in

And if you wanna find us then

We’re gonna run run run all ten blocks

We’re gonna run run run to the tube stop

Just try to pull, pull, girls talking on their cells

Saying, «Boys, cowboys, keep your gene pool to yourselves»

Gotta run run run all ten blocks

We gotta run run run to the tomb stop

They wanna know:

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

I gotta go, go!

Go, go!

Now everyone say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

And say it like you mean it

'Cause it doesn’t mean a thing

So it’s easier to scream it

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Now say, 'Oakland is never more Oakland

That when you’re lost in London'

Say 'Get, get, get our order up

We gotta get get get greased to sober up'

Now everyone say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

And say it like you mean it

'Cause it doesn’t mean a thing

So it’s easier to scream it

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Say 'hey!'

(Hey!)

Now say 'get, get, get our order up

We gotta get get get greased to sober up'

They wanna know:

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

They wanna know, oh:

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

We gotta go, go!

Go, go, gooooo!

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

They wanna know, oh:

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Who let the Yankees in the chip shop?

Fuck, we gotta go