the men never mature
reared my mummies who protect
given fluffy toys and teddies
ma cooks, washes and clean

in teens they do as they like
speaks to parents like mates
some even go to bed with parents
they all do what they like

no boundaries no discipline
no respect no orders no guidance
slightest stress its hives and reddening
gangly lanky  babies as fluffy as cotton
the gals know more and have to teach what to do

move from mum to partners
another female to run their lives
do the budgets, gives instructions
hand me your packet go play your video games
take john to the park, go kick your football
go to the pub go lark with yer mates

the men never mature
hefty but no substance no drive
childish half baked as limited as nuffink
easily influenced and led by popular culture
join the throng and do as the others do

we are the puppet masters
the great pretenders behind the aprons
without a partner we bolt to tinder or burn to cinders
our mums love us, they are the best
and now sometimes we can't tell the boys from the girls
and hey, that is cool
we are revolutionaries in our nightmares