Lyrics:

The song is said to have been inspired by the English artist, journalist and political activist Caroline Coon who became involved with the Punk scene in the UK in the 1970s.
Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
You're so stupid
Foetid brainwaves
Little lady
What really happens?
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers
Aaaah!

Making love to
The Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage
Have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you've talked for a thousand years

Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick
Plastic straw when you're real sick

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Oh London Lady
Why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded
With the names you've hounded
The lines around your
Eyes they show me
You realise the party's over, London Lady
Party's over, London Lady

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about