[Lyric] Your Mum (Peter Bibby)

Well she don't wanna be your mum
Don't you know girls just want to have fun?
Well it's not that she's some cold self centered scum
It's just that being your mum ain't her idea of fun

Well why don't you pack your own fucking lunch
And scratch your own fucking back
Oh but be prepared to drive her to appointments
It's not like being her dad
It's like being a fucking man

(ooh)

If you're short on change for chips
Don't you call on her
If you are pissed and in need of a lift
Don't you call on her
If you are down in your deep dark hole
Don't you call on her
Oh no don't you call on her
[Musical interlude]

Yeah she won't be going to the pharmacy
She won't be going to the pharmacy
She won't be going to the pharmacy
Ah to get you the things you need

Oh she won't be going to the pharmacy
She won't be going to the pharmacy
She won't be going to the pharmacy
Ah to get you the things you need
Ah to get you the things you need
Ah to get you the things you need
To get out of bed
Oh to get you the things that you need

She don't wanna be your mum
On't you know girls just want to have fun?
It's not that she's some cold self centered scum
It's just that being your mum ain't her idea of fun
Oh no it's not
No, being your mum ain't her idea of fun
You little boy
No, being your mum ain't her idea of fun