Six filthy children   from six absent fathers      And then you turn   to us for succour   because you think   we're just suckers      We may be welfare, oh yeah,   but we don't care   and we get paid to despise   your council house eyes      You can change your name   you can bleach your skin   camouflage your accent   so that even you don't recognise it      But you won't escape    from the slum mums   because you are one   because you live and breathe like one      And the Labour government   can't stand the slum mums   It's ingrained   underneath your fingernails      The office of the   Social Service   is strategically placed   in a dowdy, rowdy part of town   to discourage you   from signing      We make you feel   as if you're whining   when you claim   what's legally yours      You can change your name   and you can bleach your skin   camouflage your accent   so that even you don't recognise it      But you won't escape    from the slum mums   because you are one   because you live and breathe like one      And the Labour government   can't stand the slum mums   It's ingrained   underneath your fingernails      Take you and your rat pack brood   to the long grass of the meadow   administer seven doses lethal and illegal   which may render you elsewhere