The microphone stirs up the crowd
As gladiators stand there proud
In corner here, with bag and sling
From Israel, David. Poor little thing !
But over there, welcome tonight
Goliath, champion of many a fight
The lights go down, the people roar
As Dave and Golly prepare for war
The bell then signals do or die
As these enemies, stare eye to eye
Goliath stands there, ten feet tall
Beard like a bush, strong as a wall
Lifts high his sword, addresses his foe
‘Tell me you dwarf, why didn’t you grow
No battle this Philistine, ever has lost
You’ve counted sheep, now count the cost
What exactly will you do to me
Launch out a head butt, on my knee
Or perhaps you think you’ll have me beat
Getting into my boots, tickling my feet
An Israelite midget, yes that’s you
I’ve scraped better things off my shoe
You’re scum, you’re dumb, you’re trash, you’re vile
You wimp, you odious spotted reptile’
‘You don’t like me much,’ said Dave, the boy
‘Seems sarcasm is your only ploy
I’ll fight on any combat field
I’m a man of faith, with God my shield
And I’ll inform you Mr. Philistine
That whilst tending those sheep of mine
Many a lion has lost their block
As they came sniffing round my flock’
‘Oh yeah’, said Golly, pointing to the sky
‘See those pigs go flying by’
‘You’re big on legs but short on brain
I’ll have to spell it out again
I’m not alone just standing here
The reason why I have no fear
Is my God has sent me to this fight
The Philistine verses the Israelite
You’re dead meat Golly, I’ve come to kill
I hope that you have made a will’
The big man laughed, threw back his head
‘Today the wild dogs will be fed
When I have severed all your limbs
They’ll be no harp playing out those hymns’
As verbals then reached a new height
The crowd were screaming for a fight
The Philistines sang loud the chants
Put that adolescent on his pants
Dave’s supporters were the few
T’was almost really if they knew
That their man was always doomed
T’was inevitable that a knockout loomed
At this juncture, David prayed
That this giant would now be slayed
‘Please God give me your strength in battle
Let’s hear the Philistine’s death rattle’
Golly’s sword still stretched up high
Like a tree into the sky
‘The time has come for you my lad
Easiest scrap I’ve ever had’
But Dave was in the Godly zone
Out of his bag he took a stone
The crowd went quiet, the night was hot
As in his sling he placed his shot
Dave prayed again as he took aim
‘God, put your enemy to shame
One stone I trust will see him dead
Help me to pebble dash his head’
The stone flies straight, the giant cries
It cops him right between the eyes
The contest ended, we all saw
Poor Golly, still, upon the floor
The wounded giant had no way back
After receiving such a whack
No paramedics there to save
The big man from an early grave
His followers ran to the hills
After seeing God’s stone that kills
But Dave’s contingent came to life
Seeing him survive the giant’s knife
So David the hero returned to his king
Saul was so pleased, he gave him a ring
Also his daughter to marry as well
What a great story, his children, to tell
He fought the good fight, away Golly was blown
How could he lose, with God, and a stone