Sammy's gone to find the job Sticking wings on flies Building clouds for thunderstorms Growing apple pie
This could be the end Of beautiful baby dreams Getting old before his time Or that's the way it seems He is faced with Failure's ocean Devils' evil schemes
Sammy had the chance To make it in one year Everyone hustled Trying to find him a nice career But he's so tired of Hang-ups searchin' He's leaving here