She's So Strange

She's so strange And she wore a black moustache And she pilfered all the petty cash She went to Birmingham She'll soon be in the can She's so cruel And she knew just what to do And while the cats were all sniffing glue They played their silly games And now they'll take the blame She's so poor Only now while she's looking back She sees her story on the paperback What will become of her? There's not much left for her She's so, ohh Oh, oh, ohh Hey, hey, hey La-la-la-la-la Ohh, huh, huh Hey La-la-la-la-la Hey...