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