From: News Of The World, 1977
Written by: John Deacon
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Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him:
"Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions
Right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald Bar"
Spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away, fly away, far away
Pull yourself together
Cause you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
He spends his evenings alone
In his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself
He'd be leaving soon
Whishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world, nothing would make him stay
Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
"This could be my last chance"
His boss said to him:
"Now listen boy
You're always dreaming
You got no real ambition
You won't get very far
Sammy boy, don't you know who you are
Why can't you be happy up the Emerald Bar?"
So honey spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away, fly away, far away
Pull yourself together
Cause you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
