Oh Supermum!

Oh the vital lard supply, has disappeared into space!
So I have got my strike force, to help me with my race.
So, don't worry shoppers, We'll get the lard back in time.
Providing I get me mum, to let me stay up late,
Cos it's of world importance, cos shoppers they will not wait,
So don't worry Mr Lake, you won't disappoint your customers.
Oh Supermum, put me tea in the oven, cos I'm going off to space.
I'm going to fight those Kilvertians, cos they're a naughty alien race.
Now I've made myself a launching pad, outside my garden shed,
And I designed it with red paint and a white sheet off me mums bed.
But don't worry mother dear, the paint comes off with turps you know.
I think our biggest hazard, has got to be the sun.
Cos if we don't get the lard back quick, it tends to melt and run,
My only problem, is what am I going to wear?
Oh Supermum, put me tea in the oven, cos I'm going off to space.
I'm going to fight the Kilvertians, cos they're a naughty alien race.
(Right is everybody ready to have a sing along now?)
Oh Mrs Sidebottom put his tea in the oven, cos Franks going off to space.
He's going to fight the Kilvertians, cos they're a naughty alien race (repeats)