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This umbilical cord must be stretched to it's limit,
But we both know - it will never break.
You're sat up there, cup o' tea one hand, remote in t'other,
Looking down on me, watching every move as I make!
It's no use ringing me now. I can't come,
I've put "Heaven" in me Sat Nav, burrit dunt know the way.
So, if your videos broke or tha wants to go shopping,
It'll just have to wait for another day.
I bet them angels with you have never been so well fed.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were too fat to fly!
You allus thought I was hungry, but, since you've been gone
I've lost a stonnan arf, I wonder why?
I wish as I'd kept all them Christmas cakes,
They'd have made me a great garden wall.
And all them scones and tarts that you made,
I reckon I could have used then an'all.
When the thunder rolls, and grandkids are under table,
When the wind reaches a Gale Force Ten
I just have to tell 'em "It's only great-mama,
She's been eating mushy peas, aggen!!!"
Joking apart, I know you're doing all you can,
To look after me and rester family,
Burrits costin' me two quid a week to put thi numbers on,
Mam - can't tha du summat abart this lottery?
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