Son of Sam

Hey, won't you tell me your name

It sounds like a line, but I've seen you before

At that place, that corner café

Sitting alone, drinkin' champa-a-agne

Hey, let me refrain

There's a place down the road Where you don't drink alone

And there's this band playing toni-ight

And they're keeping me real, they've been keeping me alive

Well, I ain't no son of Sam

This ain't no bitter plan

To get you through my doorwa-ay

Try, try to understand

It's hard to be a man

You're feelin' like a dog

Hey, that's a really nice name

Now, THAT'S a line, I know you've heard it before

But I wanna know, did the last one make you bleed?

Did he ruin it for me? Did he ruin it for me?

Oh, well, I ain't no son of Sam

This ain't no bitter plan

To get you through my doorwa-ay

Try, try to understand

It's so hard to be a man

You're feelin' like a dog

Oh

Did you forget how to read a smile?

Did you forget how to read a smile?

And could you ever believe these eyes?

And could you ever believe these eyes?

Ooooh

Ahhh-ahh, ahhh-ahh, ahhh-ahhh

Ahhhhh, ahhh-ahh, ahhh-ahh, ahhh-ahh

Well, I ain't no son of Sam

This ain't no bitter plan

To get you through my doorwa-ay

Try, try to understand

It's hard to be a man

You're feelin' like a dog

(Do the lovers make you sad?

Do the losers make you happy?

Do the lovers make you sad?)

Do the losers make you happy?

Do the lovers make you sad?

Do the losers make you happy?

Do the lovers make you...sad?