but I know I can step out onto the dance floor.
Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
My, my! Out on the lam,
and I know my survival skills are poor.
Everyone can see how uncomfortable I am
and I know my survival skills are poor.
Everyone can see how uncomfortable I am
when I have to get up and face
the band.
But I did the brain-type survey, and my score
was sixty-nine. Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
But I did the brain-type survey, and my score
was sixty-nine. Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
My, my! Intimidated by the glitz and glam,
I’ve got one foot in, one out, the door.
Everyone can see how nervous I am
I’ve got one foot in, one out, the door.
Everyone can see how nervous I am
they’ll put me on lorazepam
to make me sleep better and cure my snoring.
“Bam, bam, who shot Sam?”
to make me sleep better and cure my snoring.
“Bam, bam, who shot Sam?”
I shout, and I never wear pajamas.
I’ll land on the shore,
though everyone can see how unsaved I am.
Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
I’ll land on the shore,
though everyone can see how unsaved I am.
Bam, bam, who shot Sam?
