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david cantliffe - hot pot at me nans house lyrics
i’m eating hotpot at my nans house
don’t get the salad out
i need some hotpot for my pallet now
i’m eating hotpot at my nanas house
i’m eating hotpot i ain’t got slop and in the middle theres a soft spot
i got a soft spot for this meal
i cough scough and reveal
i never have enough its unreal
coming to my nanas is ideal
i help with potatoes and peel
i’m looking like ian beal
i’m waiting for the duff duffs when i’ve had enough stuff
i clear my plate and i begin l1cking up stuff
now i’m picking up gloves washing with enough suds
i’ve still got my trackis on looking like a hoodlum
she tells me that she never trusts them
says i should be like my cousins cos she loves them
she gives me a dozen m-ffins
from the other oven
and i took em
to my cousin
and hes buzzing
cos he loves
and doesn’t rush em
i’m eating hotpot at my nans house
don’t get the salad out
i need some hotpot for my pallet now
i’m eating hotpot at my nanas house
for a couple weeks i
only wanna see her
i sit on the couch with a takeaway pizza
she can’t text message so i guess i gotta meet her
but she don’t listen though when i great her
on the phone i start shouting at my speaker
hears the phone ring shes picking up a beaker
she forgets to get dressed shes a streaker
but she still cooks way better than my teachers
she was an anaesthetist
til ever memory was taken like in that liam neeson fl1ck
but still never beaten always treated me to beef and squid
she had decent chips
she’d try to fob me off with salad and said i need it
man i love my nana to pieces
shes decent
we’re joined at the hip like adhesive
i wish i was around now watching countdown on your 60 inch plasma with surround sound
we hear a knock on the door turn the sound down
its a yute selling tat so you hit him with a roundhouse
he looked like macklamore in downtown
so we turn the telly up the moans are drown out
i miss you nana this is your shoutout
i’m eating hotpot at my nans house
don’t get the salad out
i need some hotpot for my pallet now
i’m eating hotpot at my nanas house
i’m feeling giddy like a kiddy in school with his own clothes on
she wasn’t a biddy who you kidding shes a road dog
shes still winning with me now but in ghost form
whenever wherever she surrounds me there are no storms
i’m gonna miss your stories about the cold war
or when you said about granddad with his broke jaw
talking to you was no bore
i just wish where you were there were phone calls
i’m eating hotpot at my nans house
don’t get the salad out
i need some hotpot for my pallet now
i’m eating hotpot at my nanas house
i miss going in the kitchen when you cooking man i loved it
i remember you telling me not to try it til its done but i touched it
i remember you telling me slow down cos i rushed it
i remember tryna make my own hotpot and i fluffed it
i remember you dropping the pot with the spuds in
yeah i remember all of the good things
i miss you watching the shows with me and my cousins
my brother and i man i loved it
any other meal i ain’t fussed with
if it ain’t hotpot i won’t touch it
now i not got you for something if i’m stuck with
emotions are what i lack with
if i could ask this id have a last dish nan
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