Flatfoot Sam

Flatfoot Sam bought an automobile
No money down, it was a real good deal
Didn't wanna work, ride around town
Finance company put his feets on the ground
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam (pap-pap-pap-pap-pap)

Flatfoot Sam stole a ten-dollar bill
He told the judge, he did it for a thrill
He gettin' 60 days, suspended fine
He thanked judge for being so kind
Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam (pap-pap-pap-pap-pap)

Here goes Flatfoot now

Flatfoot is in trouble again

Flatfoot Sam, he got him a job
The very same night, the place got robbed
The cats got away, they couldn't be found
They picked ol' Sam and tacked him down
Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam (pap-pap-pap-pap-pap)

Now Flatfoot Sam playin' a chuck-a-luck game
The dice got switched, Sam got the blame
He pulled a gun, shut out the light
Everybody hollered, "Oh, run for your life"
Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam (pap-pap-pap-pap-pap)

You gotta run Sam
You call your mum

Flatfoot Sam went out on a spree
He married a girl weighed 603
She took all his money, she got all his land
The next thing you know, she had another man
Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam (pap-pap-pap-pap-pap)

Oh, Flatfoot



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Writer(s): Clara Wills
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