Lyric Your ma

I ve got an itch that I can t fix
I m gonna get your mother to mix me a drink
Just think

She takes my hand to put it up her skirt
I ll call you up to dish the dirt on her
So it doesn t reoccur

Your Ma will do it

I don t know where to hide
Before I know it her hand s inside
I know the damage that she can do with her hands untied
I try to keep her on hubbie s work
But if I don t stop she ll think I m a jerk
A jerk

Chorus

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Upper grade...

I ve got a problem with someone s mum
But she relieves me of my daily humdrum
And while I stand there taking off her dress
I guess I m in a mess
Cos she wants a boy with the teenage drive
And knock his socks off his teenage life
And then I remember - She s your daddy s wife