Mean Old Maeve Lyrics

Well she's a short girl with a bad temper

Maybe she will grow up some day?

She thought she'd got it sussed by the age of twelve

No no-one can stand in her way

She'll try it on with you

Kick you around and leave you blue

Don't get yourself lost in her game!

Oh mean old Maeve!

Mean as she can be!

Oh mean old Maeve!

She's an evil queen!

With her dungarees, her pretty smile

Her corduroy dresses and English style

Gives her away

When you're talking to mean old Maeve

You'd better not slip up when she's about

Man, that girl know how to judge

Her best friend loves to gossip and both of them

They know how to hold one hell of a grudge

She thinks she right without a doubt

She's got her whole damn life sussed out

But nothing could be more untrue

Oh mean old Maeve!

Mean as she can be!

Oh mean old Maeve!

She's an evil queen!

With her dungarees, her pretty smile

Her corduroy dresses and English style

Gives her away

When you're talking to mean old Maeve

She loves herself too much it's true

Maybe even more than she could ever love you

Her knitted sweaters hide all of her sins

Cause when you play her games

It's only Maeve that wins!

Oh mean old Maeve!

Mean as she can be!

Oh mean old Maeve!

She's an evil queen!

With her dungarees, her pretty smile

Her corduroy dresses and English style

Gives her away

When you're talking to mean old Maeve

Gives her away

When you're talking to mean old Maeve

She'll misbehave

When you're talking to mean old Maeve