So far as I can recall:

Where the hell have you been, have you been, have you been?
Oh where the hell have you been, Lord Randall my son
???

Mind your bloody business, bloody business,bloody business
Mind your bloody business,Lady Randall, our mam
There's no need to get mad, I've been out with the lads
So mind your bloody business, Lady Randall, our mam

Don't talk to your mother that way, mother that way, mother that way
Don't talk to your mother that way, Lord Randall my son
You bleeding young tearaway, you'll turn your mother's hair grey
Don't talk to your mother that way, Lord Randall my son

Come and have your breakfast, your breakfast your breakfast
Come and have your breakfast, Lord Randall my son
???


I don't want no breakfast, no breakfast no breakfast
I don't want no breakfast, Lady Randall, our mam
I don't feel too frisky, I've been on the whisky
I don't want no breakfast, Lady Randall, our mam

Do as your mother says lad, mother says lad, mother says lad,
Do as your mother says lad, and don't waste good food
At your age its sinful to get such a skinful
So do as your mother says lad, and don't waste good food

(all sing their different verses at once)

E&OE