My mum, your mum live down the street,
18-19 Marble Street.
Every night they have a fight
and this what they say all night.
“Girls are sexy made out of pepsi,
boys are rotten made out of cotton.
Girls go to Mars to get more bras,
boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider.”
Pip, mumbling to himself in the background:
Yeah well, at least we don’t go to Venus…
Makes a mother so proud.