A Little Bit of Both

Well you thought you were clever,
With your college girl talk and your hippy girl attire.
But the moment mummy knew you were lovin' a musician,
The breakup order had been signed.

You didn't even question, accepted her noble word
and kept me waiting here, anxious, by the phone.
Waiting in a room with a whole heap of gloom,
Awaiting . . . . Seething . . . .

Went round to see parents a couple of times,
Got greeted with a dirty frown,
Laced with a twist of garlic and a piece of exquisite keish
and "oh do mind the antiques".

Medium-rare, rare, well done,
Bottle of cool white wine.
Mummy's clever seen it all before,
Met a boy like me in 46', lover, corrr!

Mummy met daddie-poos on an ocean going liner,
Just awf the cape, al la rape.
Dropped his wallet in her cabin.
Does mummy really know what's best for her little girl.

Daddy's is a gin and tonic,
Mummy's is a French poodle,
and you my dear although you try . . . .
Are a little bit of both!

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© John Buckingham 1982