The Blowmen - Charity for Mums Lyrics
Charity for mumsMarried to my chumsI’ll be alive till twenty-fiveThen buried in the slumsCharity for mumsMarried to my chumsI’ll be alive till twenty-fiveThen buried in the slumsCharity for mumsCharity for mumsCharity, charityCharity for mumsGot no right to liveBrought my shank and shivI only sing of evil thingsAnd talk in expletivesGot no right to liveBrought my shank and shivI only sing of evil thingsAnd talk in expletivesCharity for mumsCharity for mumsCharity, charityCharity for mumsI got her in the mudI shot her with my budNow my gutter’s filled with butterAnd the butter’s made of bloodI got her in the mudI shot her with my budNow my gutter’s filled with butterAnd the butter’s made of bloodCharity for mumsCharity for mumsCharity, charityCharity for mumsCharity for mumsMarried to my chumsI’ll be alive till twenty-fiveThen buried in the slumsCharity for mumsMarried to my chumsI’ll be alive till twenty-fiveThen buried in the slumsCharity for mumsCharity for mumsCharity, charityCharity for mums