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Samson and Delilah
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lived A long long time ago,
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she was undecided
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But man, that hair just had to go
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Na na na na Na na na na na
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Na na na na Na na na na
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On the Friday evening
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Things were going mighty fine
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Then he started sleeping
E F#m
'Cos she slipped something in the wine
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Na na na na Na na na na na
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Na na na na Na na na na
Na na na na Na na na na na
Ain't no glory in this fable
Na na na na Na na na na na
Like the story Cane and Abel
Na na na na Na na na na na
Samson's gonna turn the tables
Samson had a feeling
That God would guide his feeble hand
Man you should've seen him
Pushin' pillars from the stand
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Ain't no glory in this fable
Na, na, na, na, na
Like the story Cane and Abel
Na, na, na, na, na
Samson's gonna turn the tables
Samson had a feeling
That God would guide his feeble hand
Man you should've seen him
Pushin' pillars from the stand
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Ain't no glory in this fable
Na, na, na, na, na
Like the story Cane and Abel
Na, na, na, na, na
Samson's gonna turn the tables
