Sheep to the slaughter

Oh, this must be love

All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove

Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a dish

She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

Big sister will be watching over you

Sister see, sister do

She's got to save me

She's got you playing Russian Roulette

Sport of kings, the old queen's heart

The prince of darkness stole some tart

It's in the papers, it's in the charts

It's in the stop press before it all starts

With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments

With all the style and [finese] purchase of armaments

Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment

Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness

Big sister will be watching over you

Sister see, sister do

She's got to save me

She's got you playing Russian Roulette

She's got to save me