Ian Dury & The Blockheads - Pam's Moods Lyrics
When me and PamAre hand in handWe make a lovely pairBut when we fightHer awful spiteIs more than I can bearshe gives me the business, I loose all self controlthe curseof fifty wintches making wormwood of my soula life of borken china and sneering yellow hateOoh, derision and contusion and things that nausiateruptures of the psychie, Vexation in the headposion in my coffee and needles in my bedmischeif in the midrift, tensions of the spineoooh, underhand aspersions that really are unkindpam’s mods(yeah, come on now)pam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodsAn abject little toady her skolding makes of meooooh, why is she so bitter every time we dissagree?pam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moodspam’s moods