Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pam The Hawk, artist - Madness. Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Song language: English
Pam The Hawk |
| 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 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 |