Poor Old Sammy - Wallace Collection

Coloured the colour of his birth, of his birth

Poor Old Sammy things will change

Poor Old Sammy I would arrange

For you to have anything you desire

But Sammy for that you have to die

Sammy is dead, he’s flying up to heaven

Just before the curly gates, he knocks — tok tok tok

«Saint Peter, can I come in?""Nooo»

Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)

He’s just wandering there (papapaa)

Taking the wrong road to nowhere, to nowhere

Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)

Crying is not his style (papapaa)

He’s ignoring the colour of a smile, of a smile

Poor Old Sammy things will change

Poor Old Sammy I would arrange

For you to have anything you desire

But Sammy for that you have to die

Sammy is dead, so now he must fly to Lucifer

When he reaches the fiery gates he goes — tok tok tok

«Say Lucifer, will you let me in?""Nooo»

Poor Old Sammy things will change

Poor Old Sammy I would arrange

For you to have anything you desire

But Sammy for that you have to die