Mrs Brown you've got a light-butt daughter
Girls as cheap as her are something rare
Me she's had, this weekend Charlie now
She's made it with McDuff, Toussaint and Goode and Klein

She went for returns with King - I caught her
Bell, Ford, Egan, Keith, Jem, Justin same (latest flame)
Flings have changed - she doesn't love Leigh now
She eyes my brother off and he is only nine

Walking about, even in a crowd, well
She'd pick 'em out, every bloke thinks endowed

If she finds that I've been round to see you (what mean, me, too?)
Tell her go to hell, now who's she tryin'? (With who lyin'?)
Don't let go, to nearby shopping mart
She goes down on her knees, it's what she calls 'to dine'

Talking about conquests really loud, well
She'd stick 'em out, of her assets so proud

If she finds her belly round at month two (what will she do?)
No paternity will Rodney sign (no, not buyin')
Nor will Kenton, Homer, Moe nor Bart
You taught her birds and bees, they found her flowers divine

Mrs Brown you've got a light-butt daughter (whole team sought her)
Hangs around the cooler not for water (like she oughta)
Mrs Brown, secondhand dartboard daughter (oh yeah, they bought her)
She has down all those fine things you taught her (please export her)


original recording here.