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In the ancient city of York 
My friends and I have been for a walk
Studying a little Viking history 
Instead of returning to the car
We decided to visit a bar 
That's when a nice American couple ran into me .

Howdy y'all
In his best southern drawl 
Do ya know where we might get somethin nice to eat
There is a restaurant in the bar 
and its really not that far 
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding would be a treat.

They were in the dinner queue  
When my mate got out his snooker cue
After dinner might our American friend have a game
Of course you can play a frame or two 
We'll be at the table waiting for you
but don't you think we ought to know your names . 

Of course you should he said 
This little lady is Andrea , I am Ed
I'll see ya soon an we'll have a beer
I knew when Andrea shook her head 
He might be going shopping instead
but he whispered '' i'll be staying here''

Well he must have talked her round 
Or a compromise had been found 
Because soon he was telling his tall tales
Ya see American women , He insisted 
Love to have their arms twisted
but if ya show em who is master it never fails.

He began to titter 
Calling him a quitter 
When my mate said he was going to call his wife on the phone 
Just show her who is boss 
She aint never going to get cross
She will know she has to leave you guys alone.

It was then Andrea came in 
Her face as angry as sin 
Ed had promised to meet her half an hour ago
C'mon Ed we teased 
Show us you're the big cheese 
Teach us what us soft British guys out to know.

I have never seen such cowardice in all my life
He was scared stiff of his angry wife 
C'mon Ed pull the other one 
You are no better than us Brits 
You know when to call it quits
but thanks for the memory. It was fun.

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