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 Fang 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, oh oh oh No, oh 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