Williams, Paul – Fat Sam’s Grand Slam

Williams, Paul – Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Lyrics

Artist: Williams, Paul
Song: Fat Sam’s Grand Slam

Any body who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy
Always able to find you a table

There’s room for just one more
At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy
Once you get here, feel the good cheer
Like they always say in the poem

Fat Sam’s ain’t humble
But it’s your home sweet home
Plans are made here, games are played here
I could write me a book

Each night astounds you
Rumours are abuzzing
Stories by the dozen
Look around you, cousin

At the news were making here
Anybody who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy

Da da da…
Hoc ya, hoo ya, hoo da da da da
See the politicians
Sittin’ by the kitchen

Said he caught his fingers
In the well he was wishin’
Once you get here, feel the good cheer
Like they always say in the poem

Fat Sam’s ain’t humble
But it’s your home sweet home
Plans are made here, games are played here
I could write me a book

Each night astounds you
Rumours are abuzzing
Stories by the dozen
Look around you, cousin

At the news were making here
Anybody who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy
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Williams, Paul Lyrics – Fat Sam’s Grand Slam

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From the album:
Bugsy Malone (Original London Cast)
Release Year: 1997