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 you're 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, la

You drink tea, in a cafe 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...