Singer Sam had one dream

Unrealistic it did seem

He dreamed to one day be a rocker

His voice was raspy

His rhythm ghastly

His soul was there

His heart he would bear

Singer Sam the grand rocker man

He wanted them all to see how great he could be

But nobody came

He tried to dress up glam

But nobody came

He tried punk like bam

But nobody came

He couldn’t find one single fan

Singer Sam found himself down

He was ready to give up

With a frown he said he would lay this hobby down

Singer same had an idea

No more making music for every woman and man

I’m gonna make music for myself and become my own fan.