Winnie And Sam

Lyrics

Here's a little song about Winnie Married handsome Sam He called her "my own little wife" And she called him "my man" What a lovely wedding A hundred guests or more Before the honeymoon was over He'd knocked her to the floor What a little lovely marriage He never left her alone She always wore a high necked blouse She must havе been accident prone Whenеver the neighbors heard the noise The cops come rolling along Saw his fist and her black eye "Hello, is anything wrong?" A casualty always patched her up Then sent her right back home Said "Our job is to heal the sick Not to ask how come" The GP was a family man He didn't want to intercede A bottle of pills, a bit of advice "A baby is what you need" So on Saturday he beat his own little wife Sunday he bashed the kids One Monday morning Winnie woke up "This union is on the skids" She went to the marriage guidance But she had to go alone Handsome Sam would't go with her? So they guided her right back home A social worker came onto the case She found Winnie in tears Says "You're not as bad as some I've seen And it proves that he loves you, dear" The housing department turned her away After filling in all those forms "We've just got no place to put you, dear Afraid you'll have to go back home." Well maybe the home was a person's act Might be applicable here But can you define, and be exact How hard does he hit you, dear? Well after eleven heavenly years To make a long story short One day Sam went a little too far And Winnie took Sam to court Oh what a lovely trial Sam got the shock of his life He stood in the dock and stared at the judge "You mean I can't beat my wife?" Do you think my song is funny? Well it was not meant to be 'Cause the world believes it when a man says "Honey, you belong to me." Does it only happen to a poor man's wife Of a so called lower degree? Winnie is a lawyer's daughter And Sam's got a Ph. D Marriage is a feudal custom Women are one of the props Women help to make it go Women got to make it stop Women got to make it stop