Your Mother's Got A Penis - Goldie Lookin' Chain

That's right, you knows what I'm saying 
Your mother's offered me the goods, I'm not paying. 
It started as a laugh, as a bit of a joke 
Something funny to say when I was having a smoke. 
I first heard off this bloke, this fucking rumour going round 
Your mother's reputation it's not sound 
She's saving up the pennies hoping they'd turn into pounds 
To have an operation to swap her gender around. 

It's a shock to me and it's a shock to you 
Your mother's got an adams apple, and a penis too 
It don't look right see, when she's walking down the street 
To see her ball bag jiggin' to the beat of her feet 

I said 
Your mother's got a penis 
Your mother's got a penis 
Your mother's got a penis 
That's right 
Your mother's got a penis 

In internet rooms and computer mainframes 
There's loads of e-mails bout your mother's blue veins. 
Not the ones in her legs or the backs of her arms 
But the ones in her member head and in her garms. 
She walks around town, with a short dress on 
Which sometimes exposes the tip of her dong. 
Often it's dripping, sometimes it's dry 
No matter when I see her there's a tear in my eye. 
I thought I had to tell you, had to put it in a letter 
But I thought fuck that I'd write a song in much better. 
The only way to do it, to really let you know 
I could prove it because I gave it a blow. 
It was purely accidently because she got me really drunk 
And she made me kiss her elephant trunk. 
You know why? That's right 
Your mother got a penis. 

Your mother's got a penis *Your mother's got a penis* 
Your mother's got a penis *Your mother's got a penis* 
Your mother's got a penis *Your mother's got a penis, c'mon* 
That's right 
Your mother's got a penis *Your mother's got a penis* 

Your mother's got a penis *Your mother's got a penis*