GLADYS:Havana, Havana
he's heading for Havana
I know that Sammy is our man
he'll find the kids
and say the day
he'll neil the creeps
and make'em pay
and while he's there he'll get a tan
Who am I kidding?
he's no hero
more like a kitten up a tree
everyone thinks he's this
mean old bully
he's all talk
the rest is rumours
I know Sam
he'll wet his bloomers
what was I thinking
he's no tiger...
...except that night in forty-three'!
please send him home safe
and sound
send back that dear old
fart for me
DOORMAN:Old fart to me!
