(ian mclagan, ronnie lane)



My mom she likes you

She thinks your swell

Got the makings of a dance hall girl

Your lowcut frock and your birds nest hair

Stepping up heels and the way that you smell

She says to take you back

To see my folks again

On sunday



Why it looks as though theres nobody in

They've all went out to see my auntie renny

Don't you worry you just come right in

I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come home

Well let me take your coat

Take off your shoes, warm your toes

Try the sofa



Its getting dark we'll miss the late night bus

It's only eight but i'm not taking any chances

Whats that noise why'd they come back so soon

Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess

I'll wet my sox pretend we just got caught in the rain

Oh your so rude


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