Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks
Aerosol the bricks
A lawless brat from a council flat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Dirty tricks

From the Mile End Road
To the Matchstick, Beacontree
Pulling strokes and taking liberties
She liked it best when she went up West
You can go to hell with your well, well, well

Who said good things always come in threes
Reds and yellows, purples, blues and greens
She turned the corner before she turned fifteen
She got into a mess on the NHS
It runs down your arms and settles in your palms
Keep your eyeballs white and keep your needle clean

Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia

Her tits had dropped, her arse was getting spread
She'd lost some teeth, she'd nearly lost the thread
She did some smack with a Chinese chap
An affair began with Charlie Chan
Well that was just before she really lost her head

Now she owns a showroom down the Mile End Road
And her outer garments are the latest mode
There's a Siamese cat in the council flat
The finest grains for my lady's veins
And when it's out of order, she goes away for a bit

Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia
Go on girl!