Sammy, Sammy Lee
Spins his arms
Turns a helicopter
Turns a bird
Which he says look like dinosaurs
Which we know don't roam the earth no more
Sammy, Sammy Lee
He was an owl face boy
Pants held up by one small hand, one small hand
But the aide, with the help of one big
One big man; one big man with a watch in his hand
Sammy, Sammy Lee
He runs the circle turns around
To run straight on, run straight on, run straight on, run straight on
Run til his small feet get sore
Run til he can't run no more
Run til he can't run no more
Sammy, Sammy Lee
He was too sweet for a word yeah he outgrew it
Like a tshirt, like an old friend
Like a dinosaur
Which we know don't roam the earth no more
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