It's time to get your hair cut.
Down in my salon
To regain some little flair, but
You have to go shorter, hon

I'll escort you to the chair, now
And wisper in your ear
This stylist bends your head, wow
The rush is comming near

The cape is wrapped around you
There's no way to es-cape
There is not much you can do
It's tight below your nape

I cut your manes quite short while
Strands are raining down
Your lap contains a hudge pile
You'll face an admiring town

The mirror shows your feature
Your neck 's clear and clean
You're ready for the future
One noone's ever seen

This stylist's almost finished
You moan as my fingers touch
Hair length has been deminished
For you this is just too much

He's facing his new hair now
Nearly fainting by the sight
The promise that she makes wow
He'll enjoy a wonderful night
 

Wishing it would come true; it would be you?