Mummy my mummy my mummy's in a mental home

She was living in suburbia in a nice big house

All the bills were paid for the garden faced south

The carpet was a thick and shaggy pile

Neighbours drank her coffee were polite and smiled

Husband in insurance earned a tidy sum

Children all happy having lots of fun

One-day mummy woke up and said what does it all mean

Now she's in the mental home thinks she is the Queen

One day mummy woke up said what's it all about

Now she's in the nut house throws herself about

On her tombstone you can read the lie

She was a good mummy till the day she died