I was just two weeks shy of my 17th birthday when I wrote a song about my Mum and in the words of Vin Garbutt, "It's only a throw away song this, but it'll probably be the one I'm remembered for"

The chorus runs thus:

Mums, Mums, how can you live without them?
They'll pick you up when you get stuck and they'll always do your washing up
Mums, Mums, we know we really love 'em
They've smacked our bums, filled our tums
So I'll sing this for our Mums

muppitz x