That's right, he knows what I'm sayingYour mother's offered me the goodsI'm not payingIt started as a laugh, as a bit of a jokeSomething funny to say when I was having a smokeI first heard off this bloke, this *** woman going roundYour mother's reputation, it's not soundShe's saving up the pennies, hoping they turn into poundsTo have an operation, to swap her gender aroundYour mother's got a penis, that's rightYour mother's got a penisYour mother's got a penisAnd internet moves and computer mainframesLoads of emails about your motherYour mother's got a penisBlue veins, like the ones in her legsOr the backs of her armsThe ones in her member, hidden in her gongShe walks around proud with a short dress onShe sometimes exposes the tip of her dongOften in strip, sometimes it's dryNo matter what I see, there's a tear in mineI thought I had to tell you, had to put it in a letterBut I thought, *** that, I'd write songs much betterThe only way to do it, to really let you knowI could prove it, because I gave it blowIt was purely accidental, cause she got me really drunkAnd she made me kiss her up from truckYou know why, that's rightYour mother's got a penisClean mother's got a penisMmmThank you for watching!