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