How Everyone But Sam Was a Hypocrite
Half a bitter for the vicar
He's here to save your soul
He's looking fat and jovial
Though he's nearly on the dole
Anne Riley cooks his dinner
She keeps him washed and fed
She doesn't need much prompting
To jump into his bed.
And they all think they're so grand
Yes, they all think they're so grand
Yes, they all think they're so grand
But they're not
Oh no they're not.
Dr. Watson drinks large whiskies
He's nearly always high
He supplements his income
Aborting on the sly
Mrs. Thompson is an angel
In the W.V.S.
Her meals on wheels are very cheap
And she cooks the books for less.
Sammy Cohen is the bookie
Sitting over there
Drinking three star brandy
He doesn't seem to care
No-one wants to know him
They say he's been inside
They say his dear old mother
Committed suicide.
Dr. Watson charged Anne Riley
A fifty guinea fee
For Mr. Thompson's peace of mind
As far as I can see
Mrs. Thompson envies Annie
Cooking for the preacher
And everyone thinks Sam
Is a quite disgusting creature
But if the truth was known
It would shake all their foundations
It seems the preacher lives
On Sam's anonymous donations.
Cómo Todos Menos Sam Eran unos Hipócritas
Medio amargo para el vicario
Él está aquí para salvar tu alma
Se ve gordo y jovial
Aunque está casi en la ruina
Anne Riley cocina su cena
Lo mantiene limpio y alimentado
No necesita mucha persuasión
Para saltar a su cama.
Y todos piensan que son tan grandiosos
Sí, todos piensan que son tan grandiosos
Sí, todos piensan que son tan grandiosos
Pero no lo son
Oh no, no lo son.
El Dr. Watson bebe grandes whiskies
Casi siempre está ebrio
Suplementa sus ingresos
Practicando abortos en secreto
La Sra. Thompson es un ángel
En la Sociedad de Ayuda Voluntaria
Sus comidas a domicilio son muy baratas
Y cocina los libros por menos.
Sammy Cohen es el corredor de apuestas
Sentado allí
Bebiendo brandy de tres estrellas
No parece importarle
Nadie quiere conocerlo
Dicen que estuvo en prisión
Dicen que su querida madre
Se suicidó.
El Dr. Watson le cobró a Anne Riley
Una tarifa de cincuenta guineas
Por la tranquilidad del Sr. Thompson
Según puedo ver
La Sra. Thompson envidia a Annie
Cocinando para el predicador
Y todos piensan que Sam
Es una criatura bastante repugnante
Pero si la verdad se supiera
Sacudiría todos sus cimientos
Parece que el predicador vive
De las donaciones anónimas de Sam.