Once there was a man named Sam from Mississippi
Drove a Volkswagen bus like a Woodstock hippie
Sam was mean and Sam was keen
Had a knack for pretty ladies ever since he was a teen

But when he was young he killed cats for fun
Drank liquor, hit women, and played with guns
Things got strange and his wife tried to elope
So he grabbed his ski mask, a wrench, and a rope

At his favorite bar a little up the road
He takes down another shot ready to explode
Sitting in the corner just wondering why
When he spots out the corner of his beady evil eye

A pretty young thing that he'd never seen
Hair white it's so fair and eyes aquamarine
Finished off his drink and he paid the clerk
Pulled his ski mask down, it was time to work

At a trucker's motel five miles out
In a room that's 82, he was tryna figure out
Which route to take so he wouldn't get caught
Heard a knock at the door it was a lady cop

Who had a bunch of questions so he opened wide
Grabbed her by the collar and pulled her inside
Knew he had a job so he grabbed his tools
Showed the city's finest just what he could do

Look out y'all, he's on the run
Swingin' wrenches, don't need a gun
He's on the run, you best do the same
Cause Madman Sam is coming your way

This twisted man claimed he loved his victims
Felt no remorse even in conviction
Going on and on about some deep connection
Every woman he touched was pure perfection

Modern marvels of a tortured mind
Being cast out by his very own kind
The broken man with the bloody wrench
Has evolved from the lonely kind on the bench

Look out y'all, he's on the run
Swingin' wrenches, don't need a gun
He's on the run, you best do the same
Cause Madman Sam is coming your way