Hey there moody chops, you've gone and got national acclaim
Hey there moody chops, your attitude can never be the same
You can never be surly again.
'Cos if you write another song about down in the dumps
The people gonna say: 'Hey ' what gives you the humps''
You could be drinking muddy water, sleeping in hollow logs
But no, you've got national acclaim.
Hey there moody chops, what you gonna sing about next'
Hey there moody chops you're gonna have to change the text.
No more caterwauling in a minor key,
You're gonna have to croon about the Zuiderzee
And its total reclamation by twenty-o-three
Now you got wads of the stuff
Now you got national acclaim.
You're gonna have to take your hand from out of your sleeve
Your mumbling: you're gonna have to leave behind
You're gonna have to join Jools for the jam sketch
You'll have to join Jools for the jam sketch.
Oh moody chops, oh moody chops
Moody chops, oh moody chops,
Hey moody chops, mmm moody chops
You've gone and got national acclaim
You've done got national acclaim. You'¦