Parcel Envy.

I’m jealous of ‘Miss Bell’, who lives upstairs from me.

She’s always getting packets, parcels and postcards, you see.

Does she spend her days online, buying things she doesn’t need?

Or has she friends that love her so much, they send presents constantly?

While I open up my gas bill from the energy company,

She’s receiving flowers, boxes and colourful letters to read,

I’m jealous of ‘Miss Bell’, who lives upstairs from me,

So I’ll send myself a golden hat and a tonne of lapsang tea.

She’ll see my parcels in the hall way, her eyes will turn all green,

Oh, I’m jealous of ‘Miss Bell’, who lives upstairs from me.