written by: Deni Neighbour
There she is walking down that road, blonde hair, mini skirt, her cheesecloth shirt tied up to her chest, exposing her midriff, wedge heels on feet
Men whistling, calling out names
That’s my Mum! Don’t look at her like that! On you I’ll pour shame!
And the music plays in my head as she struts down that street
Get it on
Bang a gong
A vision to behold. A beauty in an Afghan coat, she dances to her own beat.
And we run to her, all six of us, this woman, surrounding her like pests, all brown as berries, slim as rakes, dark eyed, wanting her embrace
As men and women watch
Shocked that she belongs to us! What’s all the fuss?!
I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing’s going to touch you in these golden years
Gold whop whop
The men all want, the women want to be, people you’re not a patch, dry your tears
We hang on to her, proud, she’s not like other mothers, she’s not dowdy or a frump, she’s still young, a golden Goddess, a tigress,
Are you staring, jealous, whispering, judging my Mum?
What because she’s trendy and fierce and young?
Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We’ll get wild, wild, wild
Is that how you all feel? When she passes them, and they sigh
We know she’ll protect us, look out for us, be there for us no matter what, no matter how, no matter what it would cost,
She’ll always stand beside us, behind us, in front of us, all round you know
What to know why? Cos she’s our Mum, she loves us and will kill any foe
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you
Tomorrow, I’ll miss you
Remember I’ll always be true
This beautiful Mother of mine you’ll never get to know, our very own English rose.
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