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 lose all self control
the curse of fifty witches making wormwood of my soul
a life of brkoen china and sneering yellow hate
Ooh, derision and contumely and things that nauseate
ruptures of the psyche, Vexation in the head
poison in my coffee and needles in my bed
mischief in the midriff, 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 scolding makes of me
ooooh, why is she so bitter every time we dissagree?
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods
pam's moods