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Birmingham! |
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There's Sam! |
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If you ever get down to Birmingham |
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Stop off and see my friend Fat Sam |
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He's a little butter-ball who aims to please |
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With him, every night is like New Year's Eve |
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You'll find him on the corner, front of Shorter's bar |
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With a box-back coat and a big cigar |
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He's always wearing a big wide-brim |
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Just tell him I sent you and, man, you' in. |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall |
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If you're on the loose and you wanna play |
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Sam's the man to show you the way |
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'Cause all the chicks fall for his groovy line |
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And he's ready for a party any old time |
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If you get a little hungry, and you wanna eat |
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Tell Sam all about it and he'll give you a treat |
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Neck-bones and beans, and catfish too |
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And what could be better than a good beef stew? |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall |
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He'll tell you 'bout money he's made and spent |
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And if you're down on your luck he'll pay your rent |
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He'll drink and fight, and laugh and sing |
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'Cause the world don't owe him a dog-gone thing. |
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He plays poker, coon-can and skin |
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But listen, all you gamblin' men, |
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If you're lookin' around for a real soft touch |
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Don't mess with Sam, 'cause he's much too much. |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall |
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Now, big sister Bessie used to spend her days |
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Preachin' to Sam to change his ways; |
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She followed him around with a book in her hand |
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Tryin' to make Sam a righteous man. |
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The Sunday congregation was all put out |
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When big sister Bessie jumped up to shout |
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She used to think preaching was her line |
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But, Jack, since she met Sam, she changed her mind. |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball |
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Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall |
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That's Sam from 'Bam! |
