[Verse 1]
Samson’s got a swagger and a sly little grin
He’ll nudge your hand and pretend it’s a sin
Big ol’ eyes that say “feed me
I’m starving”
But he’s stuffed from last night’s turkey carving
[Chorus]
Oh Samson
You rule my home
King of the couch
The yard
The bone
You’re a big ol’ teddy
But you’ve got some sass
And you bug me till I let you nap in the grass
[Verse 2]
Sunday mornings
You’re a pancake thief
Wagging that tail like a maple leaf
Sleeping all day like you worked all night
Then begging for some belly rubs
Just feels right
[Bridge]
Manipulative charm wrapped in furry gold
You’re the best tall tale that’s ever been told
When I look at you
You make me smile
Even if you only move an inch every mile
[Chorus]
Oh Samson
You rule my home
King of the couch
The yard
The bone
You’re a big ol’ teddy
But you’ve got some sass
And you bug me till I let you nap in the grass
[Verse 3]
You’ve mastered the art of doing it slow
But your love for food’s all you need to show
A wag for every crumb
A bark for some more
And then flop by dad
Let out that thunderous snore