Imagine the usual disclaimers: the title belongs to Mutant Enemy, the verse belong to me. Written after the finale of AtS, Not Fade Away.

The Wanton Folly of Me Mum

I imagine me old mum
Strolling midnight moonlit streets
White lace nightie half-undone
White hair streaming down she eats
Rats bats stray cats
Milkmen mailmen policemen any men
Our butler doctor gardener lawyer
The neighbor kids me family
No namby-pamby Gabrielle she
Lusts feasts beast unleashed she
Howls yowls climbs comes
Down the chimneys with jagged teeth
Starkers on the skyline, me old mum
Hunting fresh meat to eat raw she
Prowls growls drools rules
Bloody well red of fang and claw, see?
Proud old white-maned alley queen
Out on the tiles till break of day
Every man is her prey
No lad ought to see his mum that way.