|Lyrics:||(ian mclagan, ronnie lane)|
My mum she likes you, she thinks your swell ,
makin's of a dance hall girl.
Your low-cut frock and your bird's nest hair,
and the way that you swear.
She says to take you back to see my folks again on
Why, it looks as though theres nobody in,
They've all gone out to see my auntie
Don't you worry, you just come right in,
I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come
Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes,
Warm your toes, try
Its getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight?
i'm not takin' any chances.
Whats that noise? why'd they come back so soon?
dress you're really looking a mess.
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the
Oh, your so rude.