Ian Dury

Thank you mum



Thank you, mum Your rascal son Has seen the error of his ways I stole your purse and smashed the crocks You done my trousers washed my socks Dragged me screaming to the doc's Drink your medicine, chicken pox Put your toys back in their box Didn't mean it Thank you, mum Thank you, mum Your naughty boy Will do his best to make amends I hurt you merely to amuse You wiped my nose and cleaned my shoes Put witch-hazel on my bruise Have you done your number twos? Mind you watch your P's and Q's Got a fiver? Thank you, mum Thank you, mum You dear old girl Through thick and thin you knit and purl There isn't any better mum Than my mum in this whole world