(ian mclagan, ronnie lane)

My mum she likes you, she thinks your swell ,
Got the makin's of a dance hall girl
Your low-cut frock and your bird's nest hair,
Stiletto heels and the way that you swear
She says to take you back to see my folks again on sunday

Why, it looks as though there's nobody in,
They've all gone out to see my auntie renee
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, kick off your shoes,
Warm your toes, try the sofa

Its getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight?
Well, i'm not takin' any chances
What's that noise? why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain
Oh, your so rude