Music Video
Top Songs By The Proclaimers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Proclaimers
Performer
Charlie Reid
Acoustic Guitar
Craig Reid
Vocals
J. Cranham
Bass Guitar
Dave Mattacks
Drums
Kevin Wilkinson
Drums
Jerry Donahue
Electric Guitar
Bobby Valentino
Fiddle
Stuart Nisbet
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Reid
Songwriter
Craig Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry Hammond
Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer
Pete Wingfield
Producer
Lyrics
You're a grown woman
Good at what you do
I'm happy as hell
When I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body
And soothe my brow
With everything
That the law will allow
I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother"
You're a grown woman
Good at what you do
I'm happy as hell
When I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body
And soothe my brow
With everything
That the law will allow
I pray, "Don't turn out like your mother"
I'm a grown man
Over 21
I've got an ugly face
But I have a lot of fun
So if spill a glass
Or break a dish
I hear your voice
And I make this wish
Please, "Don't turn out like your mother"
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it
And I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another
So many woman
Give you so much
Civilized ways
And a gentle touch
A different perspective
That's as bright as a button
But then you wake up one morning
And it all counts for nothing
'Cause she's turned into her mother
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it
And I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another
It's not the way she looks
It's not the food she cooks
Her kind of indignation
Don't cause me trepidation
But to live with a woman like this
Would take a masochist
Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed, yeah
It's not the way she looks
It's not the food she cooks
Her kind of indignation
Don't cause me trepidation
But to live with a woman like this
Would take a masochist
Or someone who could get and could stay permanently pissed, yeah
You're a grown woman
And you're good at what you do
I'm happy as hell
When I'm alone with you
As you stroke my body
And soothe my brow
With everything
That the law will allow
I'm a grown man
I'm over 21
I've got an ugly face
But I have a lot of fun
So if spill a glass
Or break a dish
Don't get on to me
Like some haranguing witch
Don't turn out like your mother
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it
And I'll be damned if
I'm gonna live with another
It's not her looks
Or the way she cooks
That wakes me up in a cold sweat
It's just the knowledge
That if it happened
I couldn't drink enough to forget
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Don't end up
Please
Don't become
Please
Don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
Writer(s): Craig Reid, Charlie Reid
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com