Here's a happy tune, a happy tune
You'll love to croon, you love to croon
They call it Dean's song
Hey, you don't seem to understand
Catchy as can be, I must agree
The melody, the melody
They call it Dean's song
Looks like I'm gonna have to explain this thing
You don't dig this scene
I'm saying, Dean, the song is Sam's song
Sam, you're just a ham, but Dean here's the scam
The song was named after Sam
Sam, who? Sam Houston, oh
May I say with pride where I reside?
They call it Dean's song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For singing Dean's song
They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
Sam, it's plain to see that you're put out with me
Well, I'm not just singing along
Tell you what I'll do since I'm with you
We'll call it Clyde's song, Clyde's song?
Here's a happy tune
It's a sweet melody and I'm happy to say
It was named after me but he's calling it
Clyde's song, catchy as can be
No, I don't like to beef and I'm sorry to say
The man is a thief 'cause he's calling it
Clyde's song, nothing on your mind
There's a lot on my mind
And I'm standing here saying you're being unkind
'Cause you're calling it Clyde's song
My Italian friend, we have reached the end
We don't seem to blend, Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by that
Do you mean that you'll do it your way
And call it Sam's song
Did he say Sam's song?
Let's give the ending a rhyme
But don't nobody tell Clyde
That the name of this song is Sam's song
It's not Irving's song, Sam's song
It's not even Mona's song, Sam's song
Only thing I know is when this record comes out
It better have Sam's song on it
Or else you'll get a nasty letter from Calhoun
And a telephone call too
I'm thinking you're starting to get dirty down there
Writer(s): Lew Quadling, Jack Elliott
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