Your dad's arsehole ruined at a rate of 2400 a month,
he signed a contract, and forgot to read the 'bumf'.
Dad's tiny willy issues: insurmountable,
Mum: mountable.
Mum seems to be seeking a kind of spiritual "annihilation of the self",
By goading thick blokes into a very literal "annihilation of her poo-shelf"
It certainly beat the normal shite you get on Saturday night TV,
That time your mum appeared on The Generation Game and was basically fucked in three.
Dad's still very much caught up in his own Oedipus Complex,
Asking blokes to wear his mum's wedding dress, when they come round for sex.
Dad’s a sort of modern day Peter Purves
Except that rather than making kids happy, he makes them nervous
Dad fancies himself as a bit of an 'up-to-date homo,'
He's wanking off over pictures of Christiano Ronaldo.
Mum doesn't even wince,
As her arsehole's ground into mince.
