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 fourty 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 fourty 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 dirtyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
