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Sandy Denny & The Strawbs
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How Everyone But Sam Was A Hypocrite
Half a bitter for the vicar He's here to save your soul He's looking fat and jovial Though he's nearly on the dole
Anne Riley cooks his dinner She keeps him washed and fed She doesn't need much prompting To jump into his bed
And they all think they're so grand Yes, they all think they're so grand Yes, they all think they're so grand But they're not, oh no, they're not
Dr. Watson drinks large whiskeys He's nearly always high He supplements his income Aborting on the sly
Mrs. Thompson is an angel In the W.V.S. Her meals on wheels are very cheap And she cooks the books for less
Sammy Cohen is the bookie Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sitting over there Drinking three star brandy He doesn't seem to care
No one wants to know him They say he's been inside They say his dear old mother Committed suicide
Dr. Watson charged Anne Riley A fifty guinea fee For Mr. Thompson's peace of mind As far as I can see
Mrs. Thompson envies Annie Cooking for the preacher And everyone thinks Sam Is a quite disgusting creature
But if the truth was known It would shake all their foundations It seems the preacher lives On Sam's anonymous donations
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