When I was born I was so small,
There wasn’t nothing of me at all,
A skinny, scrawny piece of flesh,
A push and I could go through the mesh.

My Dad came in to see me and Mum,
And found I was a girl,
The doctor said never mind Mr Cook,
We’ll stick plasticine on.

And give it a twirl.
He wanted a son but now it was done,
He had to have me instead,
When Mum brought me home he got so annoyed.

And went and sulked in the bed,
But as I grew up he had to shut up,
And leave my poor Mum alone,
I was treated like a lad which made me so sad.

I was glad when me and Mum were at home,
Football and boxing we went to each week,
To him he did give me a treat, Mum stopped at home,
And was all alone so I would bring in some sweets.