How Everyone but Sam Was a Hypocrite - Strawbs

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 whiskies

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

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