Samson and Delilah
Lived a long, long time ago
She was undecided
But, man, that hair just had to go
Nanananana
Nanana, nanana
Nanananana
Nanana, nana
On the Friday evening
Things were going mighty fine
Then he started sleeping
'Cause she slipped something in the wine
Nanananana
Nanana, nanana
Nanananana
Nanana, nana
Nanananana
(Ain't no glory), nanana, nanana
(In this fable)
Nanananana
(Like the story), nanana, nana
(Cane and Abel)
Nanananana
(Samson's gonna), nanana, nanana
(Turn the tables)
Samson had a feeling
That God would guide his feeble hand
Man, you should have seen him
Pushin' pillars from the stand
Nanananana
Nanana, nanana
Nanananana
Nanana, nana
Nanananana
(Ain't no glory), nanana, nanana
(In this fable)
Nanananana
(Like the story), nanana, nana
(Cane and Abel)
Nanananana
(Samson's gonna), nanana, nanana
(Turn the tables)
Samson had a feeling
That God would guide his feeble hand
Man, you should have seen him
Pushin' pillars from the stand
Nanananana
Nanana, nanana
Nanananana
Nanana, nana
Nanananana
(Ain't no glory), nanana, nanana
(In this fable)
Nanananana
(Like the story), nanana, nana
(Cane and Abel)
Nanananana
(Samson's neatly), nanana, nanana
(Turned the tables)
Nanananana
(Ain't no glory), nanana, nana
(In this fable)
Nanananana
(Like the story), nanana, nanana
(Cane and Abel)
Nanananana
(Samson's neatly), nanana, nana
(Turn the tables)
Writer(s): Giosafatte Capuano, Harold Stott, Mario Capuano
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