Your Mum's Got More Stories

[Verse 1]
Your mum walks in like a Friday night
Leopard print coat
Fake tan too bright
Knows every bouncer
Every dive bar
Swears she's "classy" in the back of that car (yeah right)

[Chorus]
Your mum's got more stories than the group chat
More exes than my Spotify stats
We ain't judging
We're just laughing at the drama
Every town we visit
Someone's like "I know your mama"
Your mum's got more stories than the group chat
More tales than tattoos on her back
We stay loyal
But we still can't help but shout
(Your mum's wild, your mum's wild)
And she never taps out

[Verse 2]
She flirts with the waiter
Calls him "babe"
Adds him on her socials
Minimum wage
Says she’s "living how she wants
Not ashamed"
You just pray he never learns her name (oh damn)

[Bridge]
We book a cheap flight
Different postcode
You say "fresh start
Nobody knows"
Then the barstaff wave like "long time
Hun"
And we realise your mum already been and done

[Chorus]
Your mum's got more stories than the group chat
More exes than my Spotify stats
We ain't judging
We're just laughing at the drama
Every town we visit
Someone's like "I know your mama"
Your mum's got more stories than the group chat
More tales than tattoos on her back
We stay loyal
But we still can't help but shout
(Your mum's wild, your mum's wild)
And she never taps out