From a (very) faulty memory.

Henry's Fish and Chips

My Uncle Henry's got a Fish shop down the High Street,
With marble on the Counter and a big glass door,
My Uncle Henry's rather famous down the High Street,
So let me tell you what he's rather famous for,

One day Uncle saw his customers was gettin' thin,
They'd pass his Fish and Chip shop, but they'd not come in,
So Uncle stepped outside,
Threw back his head and cried,
In a voice as loud as Sin.

Oh, Haddock or Cod or Plaice or Skate
Filleted Dover Sole.
Kippers or Scampi, ***** or Hake,
Mackeral by the shoal,
I'll tell you,
Everything's fresh and newly fried
Hot to the finger tips.
You've never eaten til you've tried
Old Henry's fish and chips.

Unfortunately, that's where the memory fails. (You'd think with a name like mine, I'd remember songs about fish, wouldn't you !)

Regards

Walrus