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...