Mummy my mummy my mummy’s in a mental home      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