Butterfly On Her Bottom

From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 1"

She had a butterfly on her bottom - it was blue and purple and red,
Growing larger day by day, along with her middle-age spread.
And though she was no rebel, dreamed one sunny day,
On wings just like that old tattoo, she would fly away.
Fly away, fly away, fly away.

She had a butterfly on her bottom - like the brooch upon her chest,
But the butterfly on her bottom was the one that she loved the best.
One day maybe she'd be daring and have daisies tattooed on her arm,
And an angel on her shoulder as a kind of good luck charm.

She had a butterfly on her bottom - hidden away from sight,
She was the only one who ever saw it, in the mirror late at night.
And when she went under the needle as a 50th birthday treat,
It felt like liberation to have an insect on her seat.

She had a butterfly on her bottom - it cost just fifty quid,
Just like the other matching one, on her boyfriend Sid.
And sometimes they'd dance naked, bums stuck up in the air,
Butterflies akimbo - what a wibbly-wobbly pair.

She had a butterfly on her bottom - until her dying day,
With a note to the mortician, 'Turn me up the other way.'
So when lying in her coffin, the whole wide world could see,
The secret she'd been hiding and at last could be set free.