Back to front we look like angels
Front to back we feel so bent
Punk rock,
hot stuff Punk rock,
no love
Young fang,
big pout Young fang,
all out
Your mother would like it,
like it,
like it Your mother would like it,
like it
Strutting in downtown West End East Side
Bottles and make up in the park at dinner time
Hungry fingers in the dark on Friday Really wish I'd cut my nails
I close my eyes I can smell your perfume Take me back mum,
take me back
Your mother would like it,
like it,
like it Your mother would like it,
like it
I,
you,
she wouldn't like it I, you,
she wouldn't like it
No, no
Your mother would like it,
like it,
like it Your mother would like it,
like it
Know your dad,
know your dad, know your dad