Delilah and Sam by Áine and Dear Hubby


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The Song Challenge: Hey Mister -- Want A Little Extra Off The Sides? Women in the Quebec city of Laval suspected their husbands and boyfriends were getting a bit more than a shave and a haircut at a local hair salon. Apparently, they were right. Police arrested eight people at Le Salon Sex Symbol, where stylists (disrobed), performed exotic dances and talked dirty as they clipped clients' hair, said police spokesman Guy Lajeunesse. The 2-month-old undercover investigation started after several women called police worried that the hairdressers were offering their husbands and boyfriends sexual services. Customers of the 5-year-old business received haircuts from scantily-clad women who 'for more money' (Ed. well, did 'very' naughty things). Though erotic hair salons are legal if no touching takes place, police believe patrons at Le Salon Sex Symbol could (do more than 'touch'). "We found some hair on the ground," Lajeunesse said. "One of the men got his hair cut. They have a few clients who just go for that. It's supposed to be the main attraction."

Delilah and Sam by Áine and Dear Hubby
(Tune: Sweet Betsy From Pike)

Chorus:
Her name is Delilah, if truth be to tell,
She's got my poor husband, Sam, under her spell,
If wishes were horses, she'd ride into Hell,
She's a hussy if there ever was one.

She rode into town in the back of a truck,
With her short-shorts and tube top, she was in luck,
A men-only barber shop was new in town,
Where all of the married men had run to ground.

The beauty and nail shops were now all a-buzz,
There were rumours that someone had called up the fuzz,
The 'No. 2 Special' wasn't all it appeared,
It seemed that Young Tommy'd lost more than his beard!

The line from the door to the car lot was long,
And bare domes were spotted that didn't belong,
When asked what they needed when no hair was showin',
One said, 'I heard ladies here can get it growin'.'

This town used to sport many beards and mustaches,
Now you'd be lucky to spot a man still with eyelashes,
When they started to lose all the hair on their arms,
The women in town they rose up in alarm.

I thought my dear Sam was immune to her wiles,
'Cause he never went in for fancy hairstyles,
But when he came home with a Vidal Sasoon,
I knew what he'd been planting out under the moon!

Oh Officer, Officer, please take her in,
A haircut should never be reason for sin,
And as for my Sammy, please send him straight home,
I'll make sure that he has no more reason to roam.