Mother Wouldn'T Like It

Back to front, we look like angels
Front to back, we feel so bent
Punk rock, hot stuff
Punk rock, no love
Young punk, big pout
Young fang, all out

Your mother wouldn't like it, like it, like it
Your mother wouldn't like it, like it

Strutting it 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 wouldn't like it, like it, like it
Your mother wouldn't like it, like it

Oi, you, she wouldn't like it
Oi, you, she wouldn't like it
No, woah, oh, oh
No, woah, oh, oh

Your mother wouldn't like it, like it, like it
Your mother wouldn't like it, like it

Nor your dad
Nor your dad
Nor your dad