Оригинален текст
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