Who is it, seen as all the fashion shows,
Who pops away frequently to ‘powder her nose’
Who wears such short dresses, anything goes!
— MY LADY! — (Show the silk).
Who is it ‘scoffs a box of chocs,
Who gets from a wiggery her lovely gold locks,
Who refuses to darn her old man’s socks,
— MY LADY!
Who is it lets her eyelids droop?
Who round her neck, strings of ‘Hippy’ beads loops,
Who makes the men go through the hood, (slowly pull the silk through a ring)
— My LADY
Who is it works by night and day,
Who has the watchword PAY, PAY, PAY
And always has the least to say,
HER HUSBAND! (show the change)