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
pams mods
yeah come on now
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
An abject little toady
her skolding makes of me
ooooh why is she so bitter
every time we dissagree
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods
pams moods