Yer Mother

Your mother is driving me insane
All the things she says drill holes in my brain
But I say this now, and I'll make it plain
Babe, I really love your mother

Your mother looks just like you
She does the things that you do
I say this now, and I say it true
Girl, I'm gonna miss your mother
She's called Pauline

She's a woman of many a year
She was born and bred round here
She must have shed many a tear
Over your father

She knows just what's going on
She knows how to butter my scone

She's called Pauline
Have you ever seen?
And of her charm and wit
We all do benefit

She puts her fags out in the sink
Her boiler's always on the blink
And it sometimes makes me think
Of how it must have been

Your mother used to make me chips
Bacon butties cut into strips

Your mother used to make me chips
Bacon butties cut into strips
A cigarette dangled from her lips
Babe, I really love your mother

She's called Pauline
She's called Pauline
Have you ever seen?
She's called Pauline
Gonna miss your mother