"Plaistow Patricia" as written by and Ian Robins/nugent Dury....
Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks
Aerosol, the bricks
A lawless brat from a council flat oh, oh
A little bit of this and a little bit of that oh, oh
Dirty tricks

From the Mile End Road
To the match-stick Beacontree
Pulling strokes and taking liberties
She liked it best when she went up west oh, oh
You can go to hell with your 'well, well, well' oh, oh

Who said good things always come in threes?
Reds and yellows, purples, blues and greens
She turned the corner before she turned fifteen
She got into a mess on the NHS oh, oh
It runs down your arms and settles in your palms oh, oh

Keep your eyeballs white and keep your needle clean
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia

Her tits had dropped, her arse was getting spread
She lost some teeth, she nearly lost the thread
She did some smack with a Chinese chap oh, oh, oh
An affair began with Charlie Chan oh, oh

Well, that was just before she really lost her head
Now she owns a showroom down the Mile End Road
And her outer garments are the latest mode
There's a Siamese cat in the council flat oh, oh
The finest grains for my lady's veins oh, oh

And when it gets out of order, she goes away for a bit
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Oh, go on, girl


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"Plaistow Patricia" as written by Stephen Lewis Nugent Ian Robins Dury

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