Chips, Cheese, Stamps And Peas.

[Chris Hobson]

We have a chalk board in our kitchen. We write on it to remind us about things that we need the next time that we go to the shops. Yesterday it had chips and stamps written on it. I thought it would make a great dad joke to ammend it to say "Chips, Cheese, Stamps And Peas." Mrs H was completely mystified and had no clue what the joke was. Does anyone else get it or am I off my rocker?

 

[Chris Hobson]

Ok, no response so my dad joke is falling flat everywhere. Here's a clue:
"I was born in the wagon of a travelling show..."

 

[Satan’s little helper]

Gypsies tramps & thieves. And every night they would come around. And lay the money down?

 

[rebrascora]

Pleased you explained it as I hadn't a clue and I am of the right era it seems.

It's a very a very dubious lyric in these current politically correct times, so yours is probably a significant improvement but then maybe not on a diabetes forum where the thought of eating chips, cheese and peas might be triggering!.... You can keep the stamps thanks!

 

[Satan’s little helper]

Pleased you explained it as I hadn't a clue and I am of the right era it seems.

It's a very a very dubious lyric in these current politically correct times, so yours is probably a significant improvement but then maybe not on a diabetes forum where the thought of eating chips, cheese and peas might be triggering!.... You can keep the stamps thanks!

I see the lyrics of the song reflecting the bigotry & struggle a young woman endured growing up. Then becoming pregnant with the onward challenge of raising her daughter & an absent father of the child.

 

[Chris Hobson]

Because the song is so well known to my generation, I forget that it's not well known to everyone. I was surprised that wifey didn't know it though.

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done

Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come aroundAnd lay their money down

I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down.

 

[everydayupsanddowns]

Because the song is so well known to my generation, I forget that it's not well known to everyone. I was surprised that wifey didn't know it though.

Reminds me of a time a comment was reported and moderated, because out of context it seemed quite unkind.

Turned out to be a Lindisfarne song lyric related to the newbie’s username!