And here's Brian Hooper's variant of the parody:

BATTER YOUR SOLE
Brian Hooper [& Paul Clarke, vs.3]
tune: Fathom The Bowl

Come all you bold heroes with a hunger that grips,
hear me singing the praises of fried fish and chips.
It’s an ancient tradition we Brits do uphold:
pass me the fat ladle, I’ll batter your sole…

From France we do get onions,
from Jamaica comes cane,
chop suey from China, paella from Spain.
From Scotland there’s haggis and rich Dundee cake.
Pass me the fat ladle, I’ll batter your hake…

We get butter from New Zealand,
from the Argentine, meat.
Our olives are from Italy, or the shop down the street.
Potcheen from Ireland gets you right off your face.
Pass me the fat ladle, I’ll batter your plaice…

There’s chicken from Kentucky
and from Brussels, there’s sprouts,
pizza from Portugal… or thereabouts.
When y ou’ ve eaten that lot, how ill you will feel,
so pass me the aspic, I’ll jelly your eel…

My wife, she do disturb me, as I’m having me tea
’cos she will not put salt on the table for me.
She says it will make me a grumpy old sod.
Pass me the fat ladle, I’ll batter your cod…


Thanks, Paul!!