To complete the lyrics, and just because I love Gilbert & Sullivan:

"To say she is his Mother is a bit of utter folly!
(Oh, fie, our Strephon is a rogue!)
Perhaps his brain is addled and he's very melancholy.
(Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol-lol-lay!)
I wouldn't say a word that could be reckoned as injurious
But to find a mother younger than her son is very curious
And that's the kind of Mother that is usually spurious!
(Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol-lol-lay!)"