Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sammy , by - Gwar. Song from the album Carnival of Chaos, in the genre Release date: 24.03.1997
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Sammy |
| (I love you, Sammy-boy |
| I love the rain) |
| Quinine, Key Lime |
| Ohh little Sammy-boy |
| He was a boy |
| He was a fine child |
| He had the leather boots |
| And the riding crop in |
| Jerusalem |
| Oh Sammy |
| My slap-hap-pappy man clam |
| We’ve come |
| To take you home |
| But Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy Sam |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| They said |
| Said you’re a star who |
| Recognized to the other side |
| Oh Sammy, would you be my bride? |
| What’s that? |
| What’s to be with you? |
| Have to kiss |
| Those who would kill you |
| Have to try for the other side |
| Oh can you live my life? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| Sammy, where are you? |
| What were you going through? |
| Satanic Black Jew |
| Black! |
| Jew! |
| Black! |
| Jew! |
| Black! |
| Jew! |
| Coo-coo-coo-ca-choo |
| Waffle bucket brigade |
| Consorting with the queen of the dead |
| Billy Boy |
| Timmy Toy |
| Jimmy Joy |
| Joe! |
| And I said Billy Boy |
| And then he said Timmy Toy |
| Ma-ma-mommy little Billy Boy |
| Joe! |
| Oh Sammy! |
| My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am (My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am) |
| We’ve come |
| To take you home |
| Kneeling at the altar |
| Rolling like a log |
| Drinking with the Rat Pack |
| Barking like a dog |
| We’ve come to admire you |
| Not even Frank could fire you |
| Oh yeah |
| We’ve come to take you home |
| With your shining teeth of gold |
| And your soul they said you sold |
| Oh yeah |
| We’ve come to take you |
| (We've come to take, we’ve come to take, we’ve come to take) |
| Oh yeah |
| (My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am) |
| Oh yeah |
| We’ve come to take you home |
| With your shining teeth of gold |
| And your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul, you sold your soul |
| You said you sold, you sold your soul |
| For rock and roll |
| (Ooh! |
| Ahh! |
| Ooh! |
| Ahh! |
| Ooh! |
| Ahh! |
| Ooh! |
| Ahh! |
| Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa |
| Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) |
| Whoa yeah! |
| (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa |
| Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) |
| With your shining teeth of gold (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) |
| And your soul they said (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa) |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul they said |
| Your soul |
| soul |
| And a shiny little pocket |
| We put it all away |
| Save you up for another day |
| I’ve come to buff your slab |
| I know it makes you mad |
| Tiny little mice nibbling on your gonads |
| Tiny belly button is an innie and an outtie |
| And a shouty… |
| A shouty at home! |