Gastric band for my mum
(To the tune of Band on the run by Wings)
Looking round a shopping mall, A mothers day dilemma
A present from her first son, its time again so soon
Mama to soon, mama to soon.
Has it really been another year
It only seems like yesterday
I can't buy her anymore milk tray
Her dress size is growing everyday
Has it really been another year
Well then it hit me with a mighty crash as I saw her bite into a Chelsea bun
There is only one thing left that I can do to stop the scales tipping the ton
Tipping the ton, tipping the ton
And the ice cream man and burger van would hate to see me purchase one
A gastric band for my mum, band for my mum, band for my mum, band for my mum
Well, the surgeon he took a heavy sigh when he heard what was to come
He said my waiting list has gone up 40 per cent can't she just go for a run
go for a run, go for a run
It's too late for that, shes got to fat, but I could be the perfect son
If I got a gastric band for my mum, band for my mum, gastric band for my mum, band for my mum
Well, she could go for a swim, or head to the gym the operations a dangerous one
But when I opened my wallet and he saw the cash his face shone like the sun
shone like the sun, shone like the sun
No more dairy fudge, just motherly love
all because I bought
A gastric band for my mum, band for my mum, band for my mum, band for my mum
