SAMBO
Sambo, Shambo, Santilly
Who cares if it is silly
Life doesn't always make sense
Mistakes don't always repent
Life is not a reason to die
it's not a when or where or why
It can be lived on the shallowest sea
Or in the tops of the highest trees
Sambo, Shambo, Santilly
Hot or cold, fried or chilly
Life will spin every which way
Make you smile or make you pay
Somteimes both in the same day
Its what makes life, the life we know
It makes itself seem worth the throw
so dont give up, never quit
Even when it doesn't make sense
Sambo, Shambo, Santilly
Who cares if it is silly
Life doesn't always make sense
Mistakes don't always repent
Life is not a reason to die
it's not a when or where or why
It can be lived on the shallowest sea
Or in the tops of the highest trees
Sambo, Shambo, Santilly
Hot or cold, fried or chilly
Life will spin every which way
Make you smile or make you pay
Somteimes both in the same day
Its what makes life, the life we know
It makes itself seem worth the throw
so dont give up, never quit
Even when it doesn't make sense
Sambo, Shambo, Santilly
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