Come and listen to a story 'bout a gal named Deb
Judged 'neath a tree (even says so on the web)
Then one day she heard Sis'ra talking trash,
So she prayed to the Lord and the Lord sent her Barak.
(the Zeb that is. long ago, not the Prez)

Well the first thing you know ol’ Deb's a General's spy
'Rak said, "Deb, Gonna need an alibi"
"'Rak," said Deb, "you can always count on me"
So he loaded up his bow and his shield became the She
(Deb that is, prophetess, palm tree judge)

'Rak and Sisera, they got into a fight.
"'Rak," said Sisera, "You haven't got the right.
You were here, but you left it long ago
When your 'fridge was bare, and you bolted off to Joe."
(Joseph that is. Jacob's boy, Rachel's first.)


So now it's time to say good bye to Sisera for good.
Tent pegs went in forehead by a woman, not a dude
You're all invited over to that same locality
And you will find that Canaanite buried 'neath the tree