Sam Hell lyrics

Sam invents the you you want to see Don't believe in predestiny Bacon you never need to bring home Sam Hell gets you redeemed By grace alone Sam's the mayor of First Avenue Nothing goes on the he doesn't want to A wife that wears his 'in' stocking hat She's known for making good Gravy and cat Heart attack Time to eat and pay Cellulite won't wash away You never knew if you'd been dead or Just old Sam Hell never gets that cold.