Mother Wouldn't Like It

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