| Mummy's boy |
| In the pub about seven thirty, Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty, Him and mother go everywhere, Holds her hand without a care. Lived with mother for forty years, The neighbourhood said that he must be queer, Normal folk just ain't like that, Glad he can't hear behind his back. When mother dies, he will have a cry 'Cos he'll be on his own. He's frightened stiff, would it come to this, Will he lose her to the heavenly home? In the pub about seven thirty, Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty, Him and mother go everywhere, Holds her hand without a care. Lived with mother for forty years, The neighbourhood said that he must be queer, Normal folk just ain't like that, Glad he can't hear behind his back. When mother dies, he'll have a cry 'Cos he'll be on his own. He's frightened stiff, would it come to this, Will he lose her to the heavenly home? Once went out with a London girl, Dirty weekend in a hotel, Broke it off when she got shirty, She was twelve and he was thirty. Right after that, he was dead sore, He wouldn't go out with girls no more, From that day since he never has, He wants to do something dirty! |