Verse One I can’t tell you anything about my next of kin I can’t tell you all the who’s or what’s, or where she might have been I can’t tell you anything, you don’t already know The chances are cos’ she talks so much she’s already told you so But what I can I’ll tell you now you Misses and you Misters She means all the world to me my little baby sister Verse Two She was only just a teen when I packed up to go She’d had about enough of me then, or so she tells me so I didn’t really know her then I think I know her better now She’s travelled the world and got 3 degrees and I really don’t know how But what I can I’ll tell you now, you misses and you misters She means all the world to me my little baby sister Now she’s tearing up the town as everybody knows There’s not a bar that I can find, she don’t already go I can’t think where she takes her lead nobody springs to mind But she would never do you wrong cos she’s not the hurting kind Now she works in physio terrorism of some sort So don’t tell her of your aches and pain cos you just might get caught Caught between the rock of Pippa’s love and Pippa’s care But if I got caught any place I’d rather get caught there So listen as I tell you now you Misses and you Misters She means all the world to me my little baby sister So listen as I tell you now you Misses and you Misters She means all the world to me my little baby sister