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?



pam’s moods

pam’s moods

pam’s moods

pam’s moods



pam’s moods

pam’s moods

pam’s moods

pam’s moods