Samson

I heard poor old Samson Singing songs for Delilah One fruitful afternoon In a room after gala Her charming beauty Made him loudly squeal Telling secrets so loudly Like his "Achilles heel" Poor old Samson He was played like a stone Like an old flute, he spoke His whole silence was broke For his body was mighty For he's blessed by the almighty But his spirit was weak And he's played like a freak