'bout Time

Hey you! You’re a mum ‘Bout time you talked to your son Where was he last night? Came home, what a sight Lingering smoke ‘Bout time you sat down and spoke. He ain’t got a job Well dressed, not a slob Cut hands, torn clothes Bruised cheek, bloody nose How come he ain’t broke ‘Bout time you sat down and spoke. No sense in avoidin’ What went on in Croydon In Hackney and Ealing You must have a feeling The destruction and riot This ain’t the time to keep quiet. Full of excuses Substances abuses Lack of respect Which you’ve come to expect Why d’you let it go on Where did it go wrong? Hey you! You should listen This discord and friction It won’t go away This ain’t no way to behave You need to ask questions What are his intentions? Hey you! You’re a mum 'Bout time you talked to your son?