You’ve got a problem you need solved and don’t know what to do?
Go to the block to see the guy whose office is on Two.
Walk stairs up and enter, he may offer you drinks.
You tell him ’bout your problem; he’ll tell you what he thinks.

Deadeye Sam: he’s your slam man and he loves Wham! – though George Michael leaves him cold.
He’s the best and likes to rest lying undressed – just like the days of old.
He’s Deadeye Sam and gives no damn about the Rams – it’s soccer he adores.
This guy is real; he’s the real deal. That’s how it feels: falsity he abhors.
He is… Deadeye Sam!

You want to get to Deadeye before he gets too drunk
and loses strength of bladder, or else you’ll smell his funk.
Sammy’s got his troubles. Yep, just like everyone
But he can get you out of jam when you’re under the gun.

He’s Deadeye Sam. He’ll dam the plans that find you jammed if you need him to.
If quick help you require, advance the pay he’s due
and get out of his way. He’ll save the day and say he planned it like that.
When you’ve got someone dogging your tracks, then Deadeye Sam’s your cat.