Well your mum is the mum, And she likes to fight
Listen to her heartbeat , You cant see me
She’s the queen of putting out campfires
Second to the market but she wont feed me
Well she rise on her size, Keeps her eyes on the prize
Gotta fridge, four remotes, And a couch with a TV
She don’t use no tact when she’s on the attack
Cause something had to get me going
Because I’ve never seen such waves
Like when your mama swam that day
Well I’m thinking about your mum
And when I asked her what she’d done
She called it hiding from the sun
Well I’m thinking about your mum
So tell me now or tell me then
So do ya think its gonna end
Well I’m thinking about your mum
Set it out now set it right
When the buildings and your mum collide
Well I’m thinking about your mum
Mum said a mum’s gotta dance all night
Listen to the rooms rock when she’s sleeping
Everybody’s running when she splits those tights
Talking to the pork but the pork pots empty
You can’t compete with those tattoos
I go where I can but I know she can see me
Don’t make no lunches, Plenty of punches
She sold me off with no-one knowing
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