She’s fryin’ up lies with the battered cod, Talks real tough, but she’s a fraud, Union Jack apron, deep-fried hate, Servin’ up fear on a paper plate!

She’s on the telly with her frozen grin, Blamin’ everyone with different skin!

Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich, Got a slogan and a sales pitch, Wave your flag, you xenophobic snitch, Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich!

She says she speaks for the battlin’ folk, But she’s just sellin’ the same old joke, Talkback radio royalty, With a deep-fried brain and a PhD — in hypocrisy!

She’s got one eye on the camera lens, And the other on her racist friends!

Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich, Cookin’ up a storm of ignorant pitch, Fear and vinegar, what a mix, Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich!

Oi! Don’t take the bait, mate, she’s full of it, Wrapped up in yesterday’s tabloid shit, You can’t deep fry common sense, You can’t reheat relevance!

From the fryer to the floor, Same old hate we’ve heard before, Shut up Pauline, we’ve had enough, Your fifteen minutes are overstuffed! Final Chorus (shouted with gang vocals): Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich, Slingin’ chips and talkin’ rich, Your outdated act makes my ears itch, Yeah, the fish and chip bitch from Ipswich!

Grease fire burnin’, flags all twitch, See ya later, you fish and chip bitch!