Lyrics of Tunisian twist

Every evening at three minutes past five
He visits the girl
Who works behind the counter
In the chip shop
He buys some chips also
She always gives him the smallest
Greenest, most undercooked ones
She could find
He always complains....
He always complains....
He always complains....
She gives him the bigger bag
It always breaks her heart to do so
Seeing him grow
From syd little
To eddie large
To demis roussos
She gives him...
(ad infinitum)