[Verse 1] (I love you, Sammy-boy I love the rain) Quinine, Key Lime Ohh little Sammy-boy [???]
He was a boy He was a fine child He had the leather boots And the riding crop in Jerusalem Oh Sammy My slap-hap-pappy man clam We've come To take you home But Sammy, where are you?
[Chorus] Sammy, where are you? Sammy, where are you? Sammy, where are you? Sammy, where are you?
[Verse 2] Sammy Sam Sammy, where are you? They said Said you're a star who Recognized to the other side Oh Sammy, would you be my bride? What's that? What's to be with you? Have to kiss Those who would kill you Have to try for the other side Oh can you live my life?
[Chorus] Sammy, where are you? Sammy, where are you? What were you going through? Satanic Black Jew
Waffle bucket brigade Consorting with the queen of the dead
[Bridge] Billy Boy Timmy Toy Jimmy Joy Joe! And I said Billy Boy And then he said Timmy Toy Ma-ma-mommy little Billy Boy Joe!
Oh Sammy! My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am (My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am) We've come To take you home
Kneeling at the altar Rolling like a log Drinking with the Rat Pack Barking like a dog
We've come to admire you Not even Frank could fire you Oh yeah We've come to take you home
With your shining teeth of gold And your soul they said you sold Oh yeah We've come to take you (We've come to take, we've come to take, we've come to take) Oh yeah (My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am) Oh yeah We've come to take you home
With your shining teeth of gold And your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul, you sold your soul You said you sold, you sold your soul For rock and roll
With your shining teeth of gold (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) And your soul they said (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your soul they said Your [???] soul [???] soul And a shiny little pocket We put it all away Save you up for another day I've come to buff your slab I know it makes you mad Tiny little mice nibbling on your gonads Tiny belly button is an innie and an outtie And a shouty... A shouty at home!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
