(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