Winnie And Sam
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