I'd like to be what some of the fuss is all about
Excuse me mother while I scream and shout
Pass me the key, I'd like to let myself out and go....

Excuse me, mother, I am only bleeding
Is that a family manual you are reading
Don't you think that it's a little bit too late?
Cos I'm already the consequence of somebody else's fate

It's a mundane experience living with Mother and I
You'd rather catch something contraversial and die
Don't you know that it's making me see red
And I doubt if she's heard a silge word that I've said