Icehouse - Sam the Man lyrics

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 investgiation At the scene of the crime He's getting down to business While we're k**ing 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 boulevarde 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 k**er 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