Pam The Hawk

(アルバム： Can't Touch Us Now - 2016)

She walks the streets of Soho, every single day
From dawn 'til dusk, always walks a different way
Past every coffee bar, restaurant and pub
In her clammy green palm, she'd turn over and rub
A few coppers, a nice handful of change
But for a fiver she can and will arrange
A signed photo, a kiss, a nice warm hug
Until over your shoulder, she spots another likely mug

She'd be the richest woman in all of the west end they say
If every single penny earned she didn't spend
In the bookies, on the horses, the Wardour Street arcade
There's not a single fruit machine she hasn't played

A toothless smile, laughs like a machine gun
But when it comes to business, got all the others on the run

On anorak wings, that little bird of prey
She swoops, she dives, her prize carried away
Pam the hawk

Oh she'd be the richest woman in all of the west end
If every single penny earned she didn't spend
In the bookies, on the gee-gees, the Wardour Street arcade
There's not a single fruit machine she hasn't played

On anorak wings, a little bird of prey
She swoops, she dives, her prize carried away
Oh, Pam the hawk