Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)
He's just sitting there (papapaa)
Gazing at nothing in the air, in the air
Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)
He ain't got a thing on earth (papapaa)
Coloured the colour of his birth, of his birth
Poor Old Sammy things will change
Poor Old Sammy I would arrange
For you to have anything you desire
But Sammy for that you have to die

Sammy is dead, he's flying up to heaven
Just before the curly gates, he knocks - tok tok tok
"Saint Peter, can I come in?" "Nooo"

Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)
He's just wandering there (papapaa)
Taking the wrong road to nowhere, to nowhere
Poor Old Sammy (papapaa)
Crying is not his style (papapaa)
He's ignoring the colour of a smile, of a smile
Poor Old Sammy things will change
Poor Old Sammy I would arrange
For you to have anything you desire
But Sammy for that you have to die

Sammy is dead, so now he must fly to Lucifer
When he reaches the fiery gates he goes - tok tok tok
"Say Lucifer, will you let me in?" "Nooo"

Poor Old Sammy things will change
Poor Old Sammy I would arrange
For you to have anything you desire
But Sammy for that you have to die