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

Your mother wouldn't like it, like it, like it
Your mother wouldn't like it, like it

Nor your dad, nor you dad, nor your dad