When me and Pam Are hand in hand We make a lovely pair But when we fight Her awful spite Is more than I can bear
she gives me the business, I loose all self control the curseof fifty wintches making wormwood of my soul
a life of borken china and sneering yellow hate Ooh, derision and contusion and things that nausiate
ruptures of the psychie, Vexation in the head posion in my coffee and needles in my bed mischeif in the midrift, tensions of the spine oooh, underhand aspersions that really are unkind
pam's mods (yeah, come on now) pam's moods pam's moods pam's moods
An abject little toady her skolding makes of me ooooh, why is she so bitter every time we dissagree?
