She lives on Pony St. and they should scatter flowers at her feet
But when they come calling, I think it’s appalling
They’re sober and they’re polite
They’re deeply respectful when I would expect them
To keep her out all night
That little martinet will get her own way
Yet, if you need instruction in mindless destruction
I’ll show you a thing or two
You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me for you to view
Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
From the hole in your leopard skin tights, I can tell, you’ve been spying
But your generation confesses before it transgresses
Those 'Super-8' movies of daddy in your disco dresses
If you’re going out tonight, I won’t wait up
Reading 'Das Kapital', watching 'Home shopping club'
While you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St.
Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St.
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
Pony St.
Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
For you and your cartoon threat, do no good to resist me
For I am the genuine thing, but for you, it’s just history
If you’re going out tonight, how can you be sure
Where you lay your pretty head, mother may have been before
So you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St.
Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St.
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on, that lives on
That lives on, that lives on
That lives on
She lives on Pony St.
She lives on Pony St.
She lives on, she lives on
She lives on, she lives on
