(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
Theyve all went out to see my auntie renny
Dont you worry you just come right in
Im sure well 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 well miss the late night bus
Its only eight but Im not taking any chances
Whats that noise whyd they come back so soon
Straighten your dress youre really looking a mess
Ill wet my sox pretend we just got caught in the rain
Oh your so rude