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