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