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 theres room for just one more At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speaskeasy 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!