(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)

 

Sammy, Sammy.

They made for you the famous quote.

“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.

Sammy, Sammy

You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.

First, Big Sam

Was on the look-out for a quick bung

Now Big Sam

Is sorry that he’s ended up stung

Sammy, Sammy

You flew a thousand miles

To make a quick pile

My Sammy.

 

Sammy, Sammy,

You didn’t know when you’re well off

But couldn’t wait to get to the trough.

Sammy, Sammy,

To get your clammy handies round the candy.

I’m a-puzzled

Why you did the things you did

When your muzzle’s

Snouting in three million quid.

Sammy, Sammy,

So take your grubby fame

And get out the game

My Sammy.