Ta-Ra, Chum
Was head girl at school and has been dismantling that ever since
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 37.5s
- length
- 2:33
- language
- En
lyrics
You're an "entrepreneur," babe From your mum's settee — behave Three-grand vape, a master plan Drawn in ketchup on the kebab van You said, "Trust me, it's my year" You've said that since — oh dear Your horoscope says you're a king Your gas bill says another thing I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum I'll not iron your ego, hun I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum Wash your own pants — off you run I'm not your mum, so here's the sum: You're skint, I'm gone — ta-ra, chum I boxed your life — one box did Twenty-nine years in one box, kid Fuck me, that's a tragic show Even the tape read "fragile" — oh I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum I'll not iron your ego, hun I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum Wash your own pants — off you run I'm not your mum, so here's the sum: You're skint, I'm gone — ta-ra, chum Your mum texted me last night "You alright, love?" — Too right I'm keeping her in the split We're off for wine — deal with it I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum I'll not iron your ego, hun I'm not your mum, I'm not your mum Wash your own pants — off you run I'm not your mum, so here's the sum: You're skint, I'm gone — ta-ra, chum Not your mum Ta-ra, chum