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How everyone but Sam was a hypocrite

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Half a bitter for the vicar.
He’s here to save your soul.
He’s looking fat and jovial,
Though he’s nearly on the dole.
Anne Riley cooks his dinner,
She keeps him washed and fed.
She doesn’t need much prompting
To jump into his bed.
And they all thinkthey’re so grand,
Yes, they all thinkthey’re so grand,
Yes, they all thinkthey’re so grand,
But they’re not, oh, no they’re not.
Dr. Watson drinks large whiskies
He’s nearly always high.
He supplements his income
Aborting on the sly.
Mrs. Thompson is an angel
In the W.
V.
S.:
Her meals on wheels are very cheap,
And she cooks the books for less.
Sammy Cohen is the bookie
Sitting over there
Drinking three star brandy,
He doesn’t seem to care.
No-one wants to know him.
They say he’s been inside.
They say his dear old mother
Committed suicide.
Dr. Watson charged Anne Riley
A fifty guinea fee
For mr. Thompson’s peace of mind
As far as I can see.
Mrs. Thompson envies Annie
Cooking for the preacher,
And everyone thinks Sam
Is a quite disgusting creature,
But if the truth was known
It would shake all their foundations:
It seems the preacher lives
On Sam’s anonymous donations.