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