From mum’s garden, picked a big one
Drilled a hole to have some mel-fun
Melon’s ready, trousers down
Stick it in and go to town
But in the middle of my fruity sin
Door’s flung open, mum bursts in
“Guess what, son? Bin Laden’s dead
They stormed his camp, blew off his head”
Her eyes look down, caught in the act
Mum keels over from a heart attack
Now mum’s dead just like Bin Laden
Her ashes scattered in the melon garden
So take a tip from my life, fella
Keep it in your pants, not in a melon
this fits well into the late 90s-early 2000 era of rock music. Has some of that same spunk of punk rock from bands like green day to me. It's a head banger for sure daneascott