Mummy’s Boy
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(Oy !) 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 a-just don'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 he 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 a-just don'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 he 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 bedsore He wouldn't go out with girls no more From that day since, he never has He wants to do a-something dirty
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- Mark Bedford