He drives you away when you did no wrong.
His wife Abigail came and fed your throng.
She didn't wait too long.
She's kind of face-down, and her talk is clean.
And she made her plot from verse seventeen.
You're the chosen sire of the one Messiah.
And I know Nabal put you down,
He tried to make you frown, but she said,
Chorus:
"Let it go. I brought some nice bites, Davey."
She said, "We won't incite strife, Davey."
She said, "Let it go!"
She turned you aside with your rant defused.
He's so bottle-filled now, she doesn't share her news.
He really likes his booze.
In First Sam twenty-five, he's a listless lout.
But when she told him the score, he went so cold, he's out.
He's a son of Belial, he's undone, expired.
And you don't want her wandering 'round;
She's going to wear your crown, 'cause she said,
Chorus:
"Let it go." You had a wise wife, Nabie.
You said, "Now say goodbye to life, Nabie."
She said, "Let it go."
She'll make a prize wife, Davey.
I said you'll have a nice wife, Davey.
She said, "Let's go!"