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