Hey there Delilah, it’s a while since you last heard from me.
It’s years since university, do you forgive me for that song?
It stayed at number one for far too long, it all went wrong.

Hey there Delilah, now you’re a world class hurdler,
a 3000 metre steepler and everyone has heard of ya.
But me, my song’s become a youTube parody, don’t you see?

Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.
Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.

Hey there Delilah, now I’m in a spot of bother;
I’ve been accused of plagiarising, Simon & Garfunkel in disguise.
You can imagine my surprise. They’re jealous lies.

Hey there Delilah, so I might have made a blunder
Album sales are falling, am I just a one hit wonder? Tell me why.
I’d hate to end up writing for McFly. I’d rather die.

Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.
Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.

I’ve found the cost of rehab tough, the royalties just don’t make enough,
And now the band have all got solo deals,
I had to sell that old guitar, the money didn’t stretch that far
And now I know how indie artists feel.
Delilah I’m about to crack, Delilah will you take me back
The world will never ever be the same, and you’re to blame.

Hey there Delilah, I’m sure by now you get the gist,
It wasn’t my idea to write, it was my psychiatrists’
Advice. I really can’t afford his fees, can you?
Do you think that he could help you too? A deal for two?

Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.
Oh what this song’s done to me, look, what this songs done to me.