Samson, he was as strong as an ox,
Fit as a fiddle and sly as a fox
Bit of a ladies’ man, flowers and chocs
Very well house trained he washed his own socks.
Pretty good athlete, a four minute miler
He stood for no nonsense, he fell for Delilah.

But whilst he knew weight lifting, wrestlin and swimmin
And other such fit stuff – he didn’t know women
Delilah was devious, bit of a minx.
And in the pay of a philistine prince.
She turned on the charm and her womanly wiles
And he finally couldn’t resist her cute smiles
And he told her the secret of his awesome strength
On account of his hair, on account of its length.
So she cunningly waited til he was asleep
Then she sheared his beard and his hair like a sheep.
He woke up to what he assumed was a mugger
And thought I’ll just punch them and then thought, oh bother!

He tried to fight back but he knew he’d been trapp-ed
His strength was all gone now that he was a slap-head.
He was weak, he was meek, he was wimpy and frail
And the littlest guard kicked his butt off to jail.

And there he remained in a philistine cell
While the philistines mocked him and thought “we’ve done well.”

Oh, but his hair it grew back, and was soon pretty long.
Sam was fitter and bitter – and dreadlocked – and strong.
The philistines had a huge feast with much drinking
And somebody drunkenly yelled without thinking:
“Bring out that Samson!” Which was a mistake
And one that a sober man might just not make.
So Samson was brought in which was a bit brainless
They shouted to him – go on wimp, entertain us!
And there in their temple the people all sat

And he pushed down the pillars and squashed them all flat!