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