Blues-based tune a la john lee hooker

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
The shape my hair is in
Its way too humid, today, my head, it aint no friend
If I was seen out, Id have me arrested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

Shes hip to the fastest bob,
She give a good lather-job
She dont stand no messin around
Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town

Hairdresser, hairdresser
Conk it up, conk me baby

I likes a wax, I likes a straight
I dont like the kind of hair you love to hate
I can dig it dread, I can dig it buzzed
I can dig a do that does the fuzz
God, my hair it looks molested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Yo, yo, milano