No More Lyrics - Gilbert Osullivan

Tried to see you yesterday 

I had so many things I wanted to say 

Yet when knocked your mother answered the door 

Said I can see you no more. 

Why? I asked her politely 

You're not her type, she said, you're too carefree 

So take your bunch of wild petunias and go 

We don't want you here no more 

Now why does it always have to be me 

Who gets picked upon just like three 

Daisies in a jam jar looking bored 

Or three Spanish bullfighters 

That have just been gored 

Why don't you try helping me 

By telling your mother how charming I can be 

And maybe the next time that I knock on your door 

She won't send me away no more.