My Mother My Dead Mother Lyrics

The cat's out the bag
And the old bag's in the attic
I'm effing and jeffing
They used to be so romantic

Hanging out the bunting
And someone had a [???]
On the blower to the man from Tatler
My mother, and her dead mother

Their father cried
As he placed a ring on the finger
Of each of the brides
Wear it forever

He said, you look just like my dead wife
If there could be another
There's not a dry eye
For my mother, and her dead mother

My mother insists that the cats in the yard
Are well-fed, though they may show signs of wear and tear
My dead mother insists, and she insists, and she insists
That spring may come a little late this year

Duchess's hours are long
Please move along 'cos there's nothing going on

Pretty as peaches
Would hold us [???]
The love that dare not speak
My mother, and her dead mother

Cackling with inbreds
Over mahjong [???]
[???]
But they're halfway up the elbow
Halfway up the elbow

My mother, and her dead mother
My mother, and her dead mother