Letra de Hairdresser

Blues-based tune a la john lee hooker
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
the shape my hair is in
it's way too humid, today, my head, it ain't no friend
if i was seen out, i'd have me arrested
gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
She's hip to the fastest bob,
she give a good lather-job
she don't 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 don't 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