Your mother is driving me insane

All the things she says drill holes in my brain

But I say this now, and I'll make it plain

Babe, I really love your mother

Your mother looks just like you

She does the things that you do

I say this now, and I say it true

Girl, I'm gonna miss your mother

She's called Pauline

She's a woman of many a year

She was born and bred round here

She must have shed many a tear

Over your father

She knows just what's going on

She knows how to butter my scone

She's called Pauline

She's called Pauline

Have you ever seen?

And of her charm and wit

We all do benefit

She puts her fags out in the sink

Her boiler's always on the blink

And it sometimes makes me think

Of how it must have been

Your mother used to make me chips

Bacon butties cut into strips

Your mother used to make me chips

Bacon butties cut into strips

A cigarette dangled from her lips

Babe, I really love your mother

She's called Pauline

She's called Pauline

Have you ever seen?

She's called Pauline

Gonna miss your mother