(Oi!) in the pub, about seven-thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a careLived with mother for forty years
The neighborhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back
When mother dies, he will have a cry 'cause he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?In the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a careLived with mother for forty years
The neighborhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back
When mother dies, he'll have a cry 'cause he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?