Here's a sad story from a kid with a messed up home

He's got no parents and he's all stoned

He passes each day by smoking weed from time to time

Cus' it makes him feel alright


Let me tell you bout' his friend Jim

He lights him up and grins

It makes him smile all day long

He's got time on his side but he sits on his behind

He starts it over and sings this song


Sammy please come out and sing with me

You seem occupied with nothing on your mind

How bout' you get up that chair go and see the light

That there ain't nothing 

There ain't nothing from this style of life


How bout' you start with a fresh shave

Maybe shower from day to day

Cus' it'll make you feel alright

And about your friend Jim how bout' you leave him

Until you find your way


Sammy please come out and dance with me

You seem occupied with nothing on your mind

How bout' you get up that chair go and see the light

That there ain't nothing 

There ain't nothing from this style of life


Oh my God what is this

It appears as if 

Sammy's found his way

But just remember when bad things happen

You don't lose your way


Sammy please come out and sing with me

You seem occupied with nothing on your mind

How bout' you get up that chair go and see the light

That there ain't nothing 

There ain't nothing from this style of life

Sammy please how bout' you sing with me

Sammy please

I like when you talk to me

I like when you talk to me

Sammy Please