Tattoo (Incl. "Church Of Your Choice" Jingle)

Me and my brother were talking to each other
About what makes a man, a man
Was it brain or brawn or the month you were born?
We just couldn't understand

Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair

So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed

Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you

I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo

My dad beat me because mine said "Mother"
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude

Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you

I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo

Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you

Radio London reminds you
Go to the church of your choice