She was sinister but she was happy Basically she was the Jeanne Moreau type Sinister but she was happy Sinister but she was always pleased to see you And her living words Were her dying words She said 'Yeah.' She was sinister but she was happy With a cheery smile and poison blowpipe Sinister but she was happy Like a kind of spider half-inclined to free you Her lopsided grin made it so hard to win She said: 'Alright you are -- and your promises Are just promises -- but a sinister little Wave of a hand goes a long, long way In these troubled times.' She was sinister but she was happy And you can't say that of everybody can you? Sinister but she was happy Like a chandelier festooned with leeches And she rolled along Till she came on strong and she said: 'Alright you are and your promises just are promises -- but a sinister little Wave of a hand goes a long, long way In these troubled times.'