Bugsy Malone – Fat Sam’s Grand Slam lyrics

Anybody 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 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 a-buzzin

Stories by the dozen

Look around your cousin

at the news we’re making here.

Anybody who is anybody

will soon walk through that door

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy

(instrumental)

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da da

Ooh yeah ooh yeah da da da da da da da

See the politician

Sitting by the kitchen

Said he caught his fingers

In the well he was wishing in

Once you get here

Feel the good cheer

Like they say in the poem

Fat Sam’s ain’t humble but its your home sweet home

Plans are made here

Games are played here

I could write me a book

Each night astounds you

Rumours are a-buzzin

Stories by the dozen

Look around your cousin at the news we’re making here

Anybody who is anybody will soon walk through that door

At Fat Sam’s Grand Slam Speakeasy!

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