Songtext von Fat Sam's Grand Slam

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 da da da Da da da da da da Da da da 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