Sylvia's got a heavy heart
Metal's in her smile
Sylvia's a worrywart with style
Sylvia's the checkout clerk, when customers come by
Sometimes Sylvia forgets to say hi
And Sylvia doesn't know why
Our Sylvia doesn't know why
Sylvia is liable to go so quiet
Underneath her orange hair I wonder what's inside
Sylvia must have such kind thoughts inside her busy mind
Sylvia is thinking all the time
And Sylvia doesn't know why
But sometimes it makes Sylvia cry
Nobody has seen the world like Sylvia sees
But Sylvia, she means the world to me
Everybody feels so nice when Sylvia smiles
Everybody smiles when she says hi
And I hope that she knows why
Sylvia, i hope you know why