Six filthy children from six absent fathers
And then you turn to us for suckers
Because you think we're just suckers
We may be welfare, oh yeah, but we don't care
And we're paid to despise your council house eyes
Oh, you can change your name and you can bleach your skin
Camouflage your accent so that even you don't recognise it
But you won't escape from the slum mums
Because you are one
Because you even breed like one
And the Labour government can't stand the slum mums
It's engrained underneath your fingernails
The office of the social service is strategically placed
In a dowdy rowdy part of town
To discourage you from signing
We make you feel as if you're whining
When you claim what's legally yours
Oh, you can change your name and you can bleach your skin
Camouflage your accent so that even you don't recognise it
But you won't escape from the slum mums
Because you are one
Because you even breed like one
And the Labour government can't stand the slum mums
It's engrained underneath your fingernails
Take you, and your rat pack brood
To the long grass of the meadow
Administer seven doses - lethal
And illegal which may render you elsewhere
