Leaving for work Monday morning   It is time for a new dawning   Sitting around every day amounts to nothing   And there's no way I'm doing this for another ten years   That's one of my worst fears      Oh, Sam   Oh, Sam      So turn off your phone and bring some sheets   This is a place where young lovers meet   This is all, all we need   Give us some food and some bullshit T.V.   We'll bunker up for days and days   Call in sick, we're never leaving this place      Oh, Sam   Oh, Sam      So come inside my room tonight   I'll let you win, I won't even put up a fight   We'll have a marathon of your choice   Anything you want   Movies, TV, magazines   Music, sex or something in-between      Oh, Sam   Oh, Sam