Here comes Jaki the ladette
With the ladders in her tights
She’s been out speeding
For one too many nights

In a mirror through the smoke
Her mascara’s gone streaky
But she don’t see the joke
Staring back so freaky

Tries to roll a cigarette
Can’t see what she’s making
Drops skins down the loo
Hands won’t stop shaking

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki
Jaki the ladette
Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki
Jaki the ladette

Wobbling on stilettos
She staggers to the bar
Empties coins on the counter
Can’t tell what they are

Orders a vodka and red bull
She’s teetering on the edge
Her hair looks just like it’s
Been dragged through a hedge

But here is the strange thing
No matter how stoned she
gets
She can’t stop remembering
Like an elephant never forgets

How that creepy disc jockey
The one with the monster cigar
Raped her in her fifteenth
summer
In the back of his Rolls Royce
car

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki
Jaki the ladette
Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki
Jaki the ladette

Copyright: Harry Rogers, in the old study
30/10/2012