A Right Tasty Pie

I am in a restaurant on Venice Beach,
Overlooking a deep blue sea
But I'm not very happy
There are no Hollands pies you see

There are posh folks eating lobsters
And all sorts of strange sea food
But all I want is a potato pie
Now surely that's not rude?

My life has turned around a lot
I could be living in L.A.
But I'll soon be fading fast
If I don't have a pie each day

Standing in the chippy
Watching the rain come down
Biting into a hot spud pie
That's a good time on the town

I'm just a Northen lad
And I know whats right for me
How will I manage
Without a Hollands pie for tea

There's nowt I will miss about Lancashire
If I go across the sea
But you folks from Baxenden
Will live on in my memory

A pie a day made me what I am
A fairly decent lad
And if I'm doomed to have no more
I will be rather sad

But the woman I love
Well she rules my life
And she loves me back, you see
But how I wish I could have a spud pie, one last time for tea.