Fat Sam's Grand Slam - Paul Williams

Any body who is anybody

Will soon walk through that door

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy

Always able to find you a table

There’s room for just one more

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy

Once you get here, feel the good cheer

Like they always say in the poem

Fat Sam’s ain’t humble

But it’s your home sweet home

Plans are made here, games are played here

I could write me a book

Each night astounds you

Rumours are abuzzing

Stories by the dozen

Look around you, cousin

At the news were making here

Anybody who is anybody

Will soon walk through that door

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy

Da da da…

Hoc ya, hoo ya, hoo da da da da

See the politicians

Sittin' by the kitchen

Said he caught his fingers

In the well he was wishin'

Once you get here, feel the good cheer

Like they always say in the poem

Fat Sam’s ain’t humble

But it’s your home sweet home

Plans are made here, games are played here

I could write me a book

Each night astounds you

Rumours are abuzzing

Stories by the dozen

Look around you, cousin

At the news were making here

Anybody who is anybody

Will soon walk through that door

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy