Now I have many sisters, and I have many brothers
And we're all children, of a childless mother
And we can't complain, ever again
about the wind, or the rain, no never again
We were never born so we can’t complain
about the wind, and the rain
They say my name is Sam, but it's all a sham
Because they gave that name to a motherless man
Maybe you're wondering what it's all about
And maybe you're wondering how I found out
If I don't have a mother then my life's a lie
And it makes me wonder why, 'cause I'll never die
And if I never had a mother then I'll never have a lover,
so now I know I'll never have a lover
Poor old Sam he's a lover-less man
And Sara will be holding another man's hand
He never had a mother so he'll never have a lover
Poor old Sam, he's a lover-less man
He a motherless man, lover-less Sam
Lover-less Sam is a motherless man
Sara's also the child of a childless mother
So Sam and Sara are perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They're perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They’re perfect lovers