Edgar Broughton Band - Signal Injector

I went to see you mother
She said that’s quite alright
For you to take me in upon
This coming Friday night
We started drinking coffee
She moved onto wine
I’d rather have your mommy anytime –

Pretty lady don’t you let it upset ya,
It’s just that my signal injector
Ain’t very well.

I know she told your daddy
He didn’t mind at all,
Asked her where we done it,
Did she like it on the floor?
Out popped a little bull-whip,
Laid across her back,
The neighbours turned the TV up.

Pretty lady don’t you let it upset ya,
It’s just that my signal injector
Ain’t very well.

I went to have my ends tied up
(they said it’s not so bad)
I bumped into your father,
Breathing from a bag
There’s nasty in your water tap
And even in your mind,
I’d rather have your mommy anytime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!