Mister Samuel, he belong to Rotary,
Sam, to de Sons of Rest;
Both wear red hats lak monkey men,
An' you cain't say which is de best.
Mister Samuel ride in a Cadillac,
Sam ride in a Tin Lizzie Fo'd;
Both spend their jack fo' gas an' oil,
An' both git stuck on de road.
Mister Samuel speak in de Chamber of Commerce,
Sam he speak in ch'uch;
Both of 'em talk for a mighty long time,
Widout sayin', Lawd knows, ve'y much.
Mister Samuel deal wid high finance,
Sam deal in a two-bit game;
Mister Samuel crashes, Sam goes broke,
But deys busted jes' de same.
Mister Samuel wife speak sof' an' low,
When dey gits in their weekly fight;
Sam catches a broomstick crost his rear,
An' both of 'em's henpecked right.
Mister Samuel drinks his Canadian Rye,
Sam drinks his bootleg gin;
Both gits as high as a Georgia pine,
And both calls de doctor in.
Mister Samuel die, an' de folks all know.
Sam die widout no noise;
De worl' go by in de same ol' way,
And dey's both of 'em po' los' boys.