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