Sinister But She Was Happy

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."