Sylvilla looked into her mirror

Percilla looked into the washing machine

And the drudgery of being wed

She was so jealous of her sister

And her liberty, and her smart young friends

She was so jealous of her sister



Sylvilla looked into the wardrobe

Percilla looked into the frying pan

And the bacon and eggs

And the breakfast is served

She was so jealous of her sister

And her way of life, and her luxury flat

She was so jealous of her sister



She threw away her dirty dishes just to be free again

Her women's weekly magazines just to be free again

And put the children in the nursery just to be free again

Percilla saw her little children

And then decided she was better off

Than the wayward lass that her sister had been

No longer jealous of her sister

So she ran 'round the house with her curlers on

No longer jealous of her sister