Mother And I

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