I hope that your mum hates him
I hope that your mum hates him
I know that he's wonderful
But I hope that your mum's not sure

I hope that your mum hates him
So then when you're under him
Thinking he's wonderful
You'll remember that your mum still likes me
I hope he drinks bourbon
I hope he's good fun
There's no doubt you deserve it
I hope he's the one

I'm not being selfish
I know that we're done
But then when you take him home
And say you're in love

They'll still be a little piece of me left
Stuck in the back of your head
Each time you take him to bed
And hold him close to your chest
Cause over dinner she was asking if we're still in touch
And sure enough you'll have to say yes

I hope that your mum hates him
I hope that your mum hates him
I know that he's wonderful
But I hope that your mum's not sure

I hope that your mum hates him
So then when you're under him
Thinking he's wonderful
You'll remember that your mum still likes me more

Oh and he's a catch
Bet he's a right Ryan Gosling
Won't get too attached
Because that's not what you want
And I know that I'm not a patch
So what else can I do man
But imagine that your mum thinks that he's kind of a douchebag

Hope he has bad manners that'll drive her bananas
To you it doesn't matter
But for her it's disastrous
We want you to be happy
And he might be the answer
But that doesn't mean we don't think he's a right little bastard

I hope that your mum hates him
I hope that your mum hates him
I know that he's wonderful
But I hope that your mum's not sure

I hope that your mum hates him
So then when you're under him Thinking he's wonderful
You'll remember that your mum still liked me more

Oh but what if he's perfect?
What if he's perfect?
Oh fuck, does that make me worthless?
Does that make me worthless?

I just want a little piece of me left
Stuck in the back of your head
For when he takes off your dress
I just want a little piece of me left
Stuck in the back of your head
So I don't feel second best

I hope that your mum hates him