Lyrics

Well you should see Polythene Pam She's so good looking But she looks like a man Well, you should see her in drag Dressed in a polythene bag Yes you should see Polythene Pam Yeh, yeh, yeh Get a dose of her in jackboot and kilt She's killer diller when She's dressed to the hilt She's the kind of a girl That makes the news of the world Yes you could say she was attractively built Yeah, yeah, yeah O look out She came in trought the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me She said she'd always been a dancer She worked at 15 clubs a day And though she thought I knew the answer Well I knew what I could not say And so I quit the police department And got myself a steady job And though she tried her best to help me She could steal but she could not rob Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me Oh yeah
Writer(s): Paul James Mccartney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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