You live on Lancaster Road   And you've got a computer   And you go when the library's 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, la, la, la...      You drink tea in a cafe close to me   And sit and read the headlines   You don't seem to mind if the social is 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, oh, oh, oh, la, la, la...