Oh, Sam was a worker on the Railroad
His work he was very clever at
One day he was polishing the track
With a lump of mouldy fat
When along came a runaway engine
While Sam was on the track
He thoroughly believed
He could shove the locomotive back.
Well there's a little more work for the tombstone makers
Down at the local cemetery gate
Very very busy at a brand new grave
Sambo - he snuffed it!
He's gone to the golden shores
He's gone where they don't play billiards
He's gone where they don't eat fish and chips
And he's gone where they don't grease railroad tracks!