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.