The blokes came round
Put “Debbie Does Dallas” on
That led me to fall off chair
Stand and stare
It’s so wrong
Wrong although my friends just grin...
That skank Debbie, she's my mother!

Played on, it showed
She’s well-shared (don’t candles burn?)
No pervert’s not seen her bare
Derriere
Mum! Oh no!
Least there’s no Ron Jeremy
Gettin’ jiggy with my mother

When if later, she calls
If paid her? I’ll ask this
It tears me a-part
Screen that’s filled with her ass-ness
Her love was open slather

Saw a long dong load
I ain’t talkin’ no Vietnam
Now she’s doing sol-itaire
With the chair...
And the crowd
T.V., gathered round, enthralled
Pleading: Debbie, do another

She's my mother!
She ain’t Debbie, she's my mother!