Sam

You live on Lancaster road And you've got a computer And you go when the libraries closed And sit and think of the future Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam You're my main man You've got a mum by the name of Anne And she has got a daughter And your brother Simon, well sometimes he gets out of hand But he looks like John Travolta Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam You're my main man Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh You're my, you're my main You're my, you're my You're my, you're my Oh, oh, oh You drink tea in a café close to me I sit and read the headlines You don't seem to mind if the social's too unkind Or if you're near the breadline Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam You're my main man Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam We'll do everything we can La, la-la, la, la, la-la La-la, la, la, la-la La-la, la, la, la-la La-la, la, la, la-la La-la, la, la, la-la La-la, la, la, la-la