I'm Sam the younger brother, Bobby Singer doesn't trust

And when we go out hunting the whole trust is a must

Dean's much more like dear old Dad, there are no shades of grey

While, with me, there's complications, the grey is here to stay.

Bobby fears I will go Dark Side and kill him in his bed

But I'm real good at mind games and drink demon blood instead

This helps to give me special powers the other just can't claim

Until I'm sure the time is right I'll play a waiting game.

My Bro Dean, won't call me, Sammy, now I'm without a soul

It seems that Sammy's gotten lost now I'm no longer whole

I'm told my lack of conscience means I can't tell good from bad

Well, I think their lack of insight is really rather sad.

As Sam I do the kind of things ol' Sammy wouldn't dare

So forget about poor Sammy and come and get a share

Of new Sam, who's much more scary and sexy than before

The little brothers all grown up, now who could ask for more(?)