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