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