There really was a chip shop known as Sweaty Betty's on the corner of Hallgarth and Church Street when I was a student there in the 70's.  She'll either be 130 years old now or she'll have gone to that Great Codfather in the sky.

 

Sweaty Woman With the greasy top

Sweaty Woman At the old chip shop

Sweaty Woman

I watched your perspiration drip

Into the fat that fries the chips.

 

Sweaty Betty That was her nick-name

Sweaty Betty Of Durham fame

Sweaty Betty

Please just grant me this one wish

Don’t drip sweat onto my fish.

 

Sweaty Betty, oh my God

She was such a mucky sod

Dirty hands while frying cod while smoking

Sweaty Betty, please oh please

Wear a cap to catch the fleas

Falling in the mushy peas (I’m joking)

 

I can just see you

Through this greasy fog

The sweat is streaming

Down your fizzog.

 

Sweaty Betty With the greasy top

Sweaty Betty At the old chip shop

Sweaty Betty

I watched your perspiration drip

Into the fat that fries the chips.

 

Sweaty Betty shouting “Oi”

Out the back to husband Roy

“Fetch us out more saveloy and beans”

Sweaty Betty, two bozz eyes

Everything she always fries

From pickled eggs to Pukka Pies and beans.

Sweaty Betty That was her nick-name

Sweaty Betty Of Durham fame

Sweaty Betty

At the end of Hallgarth Street

The shop that smelled like sweaty feet.