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.