Il testo della Mother's pride

Here he comes, mother's pride
With the first ever satchel
She bought him swinging by his side

Here he comes, mother's pride
With a headful of
Get your laces tied and woe betide

With a year's supply
Of sandwiches and fairy cakes
That she provides
For him to eat at dinner breaks

It's no surprise at all
At all the friends, he makes
His stomach aches
His mother's pride

He's presentable, well looked after
He's domestically disastrous
He's adorable, mother's pride

Here he comes, father's pride
With a head filled up
With devil dogs and genocide

Here he comes, father's pride
Showing all the kids
His tickets for ringside

He'll always roam the yard
Looking for a fight
He'll pick on all the kids
Who're twice his height

He's the reason dinner ladies
Toss and turn at night
Teacher's plight, father's pride

He's the image of his dad
Mickey mouse meets jack the lad
He's never sad, father's pride

Here he comes, mother's pride
Here he comes, father's pride
Here he comes, mother's pride

Father's pride, his mother's pride