(Ian McLagan, Ronnie Lane) My mom she likes you She thinks your swell Got the makings of a dance hall girl Your lowcut frock and your birds nest hair Stepping up heels and the way that you smell She says to take you back To see my folks again On Sunday Why it looks as though theres nobody in They've all went out to see my Auntie Renny Don't you worry you just come right in I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come home Well let me take your coat Take off your shoes, warm your toes Try the sofa Its getting dark we'll miss the late night bus It's only eight but I'm not taking any chances Whats that noise why'd they come back so soon Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess I'll wet my sox pretend we just got caught in the rain Oh your so rude
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