Lyrics:

I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I’d put a statue of myself upon the shelf, of course, of course
Of course
Of course, of course
Of course
Of course, of course
Of course
Of course, of course
Of course
Of course
Genius please let me change this