Sam The Man - Icehouse

Hello!

Hello!

Who’s your lady friend?

He’s got his finger on the trigger

A bad case of the shakes

A Hollywood apartment

And a car with no brakes

After close investigation

At the scene of the crime

He’s getting down to business

While we’re killing time

The deals and the alley

His hands in his his jacket

Bow tie and bracers

45 in his pocket

Sam is off the freeway

Heading down the boulevard

Double shots of burbon

Are lined up in the bar

We’re all waiting for Sam the Man

Get him on the line, yeah

Play it again for Sam the Man

One of a kind, yeah

Sam the Man

Meanwhile back at Jake’s

The blonde is smoking at the bar

She’s got a certain rendez-vous

She’s not going anywhere

Expensive perfume

And six-inch stilletos

Like a killer dynamite

And a box full of matches

The crowd is thinning out now

It’s getting kind of late

She glances at the door

Lights another cigarette

She’s slipping out the back door

And he pulls into the lane

Sam is picking up the pieces

And she’s the one that got away

We’re all waiting for Sam the Man

Get him on the line, yeah

Play it again for Sam the Man

One of a kind, yeah

We’re all waiting for Sam the Man

Get him on the line

Have another drink on Sam the Man

One of a kind, yeah

Sam the Man

Sam the Man

Sam the Man

He’s got a whistle for Sam the Man

Get him on the line, yeah

Play it again for Sam the Man

One of a kind, yeah

We’re all waiting for Sam the Man

Play it again for Sam the Man

Get him on the line

We’re all waiting for Sam the Man