Lyrics:

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