It takes all kinds to keep
this world in place
It's a fragile balance that
let's us spin through space
So everybody's got their job to do
and girl I guess the job
I've got is cryin' over you
And I should get a gold watch
for all the years I gave
I should get some interest now
for all the dues I've paid
I don't know why I love you,
it's just the job I do
I'm your registered, certified
card carryin' fool
If I was in the army
there'd be medals that I'd get
If I ws in the circus,
at least I"d have a net
If I was an electrician,
I might could find a spark
And if I could be a surgeon,
Girl, I might could find your heart
But I keep bending over backwards
just to be your limbo man
while you drop that stick
another notch every chance you can
I don't know why I love you,
it's just the job I do
I'm your registered, certified
card carryin' fool
Oh if I was a gambler
I might have better luck
If I was mathematician
I could make it all add up
But when it comes down to it
all I want to do
Is be your registered, certified
card carryin' fool.(The Backroom Boys)
After Samson spoke his mind
Delilah called the Philistines
They paid her silver for her sins
While Samson slept a man came in
And cut off all his hair
"The Philistines are here
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
The enemy draws near
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine"
And thus Delilah mocked him
He didn't realise
His strength had gone
His captors came
And gouged out both his eyes
But Samson's soul remained
To rue the love which bore him ill
In Gaza he was chained
And put in jail to work the mill
For love a man was lost from God
Whom God had ceased to know
His hair, the token, had been cut
But soon that hair would grow