Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricksnAerosol, the bricksnA lawless brat from a council flat - oh, ohnA little bit of this and a little bit of that - oh, ohnDirty tricksnnFrom the Mile End RoadnTo the match-stick BeacontreenPulling strokes and taking libertiesnShe liked it best when she went up west - oh, ohnYou can go to hell with your 'well, well, well' - oh, ohnnWho said good things always come in threes?nReds and yellows, purples, blues and greensnShe turned the corner before she turned fifteennShe got into a mess on the NHS - oh, ohnIt runs down your arms and settles in your palms - oh, ohnnKeep your eyeballs white and keep your needle cleannPlaistow Patricia, Plaistow PatricianPlaistow Patricia, Plaistow PatriciannHer tits had dropped, her arse was getting spreadnShe lost some teeth, she nearly lost the threadnShe did some smack with a Chinese chap - oh, oh, ohnAn affair began with Charlie Chan - oh, ohnnWell, that was just before she really lost her headnNow she owns a showroom down the Mile End RoadnAnd her outer garments are the latest modenThere's a Siamese cat in the council flat - oh, ohnThe finest grains for my lady's veins - oh, ohnnAnd when it gets out of order, she goes away for a bitnPlaistow Patricia, Plaistow PatricianPlaistow Patricia, Plaistow PatricianPlaistow Patricia, Plaistow PatricianOhh, go on, girl