Sylvilla looked into her mirrorPercilla looked into the washing machineAnd the drudgery of being wedShe was so jealous of her sisterAnd her liberty, and her smart young friendsShe was so jealous of her sisterSylvilla looked into the wardrobePercilla looked into the frying panAnd the bacon and eggsAnd the breakfast is servedShe was so jealous of her sisterAnd her way of life, and her luxury flatShe was so jealous of her sisterShe threw away her dirty dishes just to be free againHer women’s weekly magazines just to be free againAnd put the children in the nursery just to be free againPercilla saw her little childrenAnd then decided she was better offThan the wayward lass that her sister had beenNo longer jealous of her sisterSo she ran ’round the house with her curlers onNo longer jealous of her sister