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Clocking in at nearly 7 minutes long, “Sammy” is an odd ballad about “the rotting corpse of Sammy Davis Jr.”, as noted in concert. In the Let There Be GWAR book, the idea of the song is attributed to “Brockie’s love of the absurd”, and that “they just did the song because it was a funny thing to do....
[Verse 1]
(I love you, Sammy-boy
I love the rain)
Quinine, Key Lime
Ohh little Sammy-boy
[???]
He was a boy
He was a fine child
He had the leather boots
And the riding crop in
Jerusalem
Oh Sammy
My slap-hap-pappy man clam
We've come
To take you home
But Sammy, where are you?
[Chorus]
Sammy, where are you?
Sammy, where are you?
Sammy, where are you?
Sammy, where are you?
[Verse 2]
Sammy Sam
Sammy, where are you?
They said
Said you're a star who
Recognized to the other side
Oh Sammy, would you be my bride?
What's that?
What's to be with you?
Have to kiss
Those who would kill you
Have to try for the other side
Oh can you live my life?
[Chorus]
Sammy, where are you?
Sammy, where are you?
What were you going through?
Satanic Black Jew
Black! Jew!
Black! Jew!
Black! Jew!
Coo-coo-coo-ca-choo
Waffle bucket brigade
Consorting with the queen of the dead
[Bridge]
Billy Boy
Timmy Toy
Jimmy Joy
Joe!
And I said Billy Boy
And then he said Timmy Toy
Ma-ma-mommy little Billy Boy
Joe!
Oh Sammy!
My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am (My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am)
We've come
To take you home
Kneeling at the altar
Rolling like a log
Drinking with the Rat Pack
Barking like a dog
We've come to admire you
Not even Frank could fire you
Oh yeah
We've come to take you home
With your shining teeth of gold
And your soul they said you sold
Oh yeah
We've come to take you
(We've come to take, we've come to take, we've come to take)
Oh yeah
(My slap-hap-pappy-ma'am)
Oh yeah
We've come to take you home
With your shining teeth of gold
And your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul, you sold your soul
You said you sold, you sold your soul
For rock and roll
(Ooh!
Ahh!
Ooh!
Ahh!
Ooh!
Ahh!
Ooh!
Ahh!
Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa
Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa)
Whoa yeah! (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa
Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa)
With your shining teeth of gold (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa)
And your soul they said (Oo-oo-ee-ee-aa-aa-oo-oo-aa-aa-aa)
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your soul they said
Your [???] soul
[???] soul
And a shiny little pocket
We put it all away
Save you up for another day
I've come to buff your slab
I know it makes you mad
Tiny little mice nibbling on your gonads
Tiny belly button is an innie and an outtie
And a shouty...
A shouty at home!
Sammy was written by GWAR.
Sammy was produced by Ron Goudie & Mike Derks.