Pam is the lady who lives next door,
like a little grey pixie who shuffles along the floor
You whizz around on you scooter so fast it’s like a blur
Just for that moment it would be fab to be her.
When we put the rubbish outside you come rushing out
apparently to see whose about.
Once you’ve caught us there’s no escape
Destined to talk until it’s late
And even though sometimes you get a little bit flappy
Knowing you live next door just makes us so happy