Sybil Monroe didn’t give me the time of day when we was going to school.
She thought she was too good for me.
And she’d laugh at me clothes.
Well, the last laugh’s on her, because now she’s Dead.
And I’m glad.
I’m glad she’s dead.
I’m glad her poor old mother outlived her.
And her stuck-up friends,
Like Gladys Kennedy, or that fat one, Charlene O’Connor,
Crying their tears and smudging up their makeup at the funeral,
Can go to Hell too.