(The Backroom Boys) Late one night When Samson had retired The Gazites all conspired To do him in At the gates Assa**ins there abounded With Samson well surrounded They kept their watch "Let us wait Until the hours of morning Until the day is dawning And then we'll strike" But Samson lay Until the stroke of midnight And long before the daylight He roused himself He took the gates And from the entrance tore them And on his shoulders bore them Posts and all And with that load As though it were a rucksack Containing just his lunchpack He climbed the hill