Scissors. You have the scissors, you do.
I can feel them as you snip.
I can feel my hair depart from me.
Drop down on me, and fall to the ground near me.

Just one more strand
and you will be leavin'.
Oh boy. Your sides are uneven.
Guess I'll have to shave it all
Until your bald.

(No!)

This time, I will not use Rogaine.
This time, I will straight up complain.
It'll be the last day.
I won't pay.
Won't pay for a toupee.

This time, I do not wanna hear it.
This time, I won't let you shear it.
It'll be the last day.
I won't pay.
Won't pay for a buree.

Just one month passed.
I let my hair grow in.
And I want my high lights showin'.
But my barber shook his head.
Then he said:

(No!)

This time, you let your hair grow too long.
This time, you resemble King Kong.
Then the guy ran away.
Ran away.
Away from my display.

This time, I took more than I could bear.
This time, I will cut my own hair.
I will style it my way.
I dare say.
Dare say with the hair spray.

One day I'll do my own hair.
Cause you never know
When your hair will grow.
Turn into a fro.

One day, noone will compare.
Lookin' like a pro.
Seein' how I glow.
Making lotsa doe.

One day, I tried to trim my hair lower.
Used my gas-powered lawn-mower.
Now I'm in heaven with a
Missing head.

(Ow!)

This time, I took it a bit too far.
This time, I think I left a scar.
Cause I did things my way.
Now I lay.
I lay around all day.

This time, my survival chance decreased.
This time, I ended up deceased.
Guess I should have not played.
Have not played.
Not played with a sharp blade.

Someday I think I will come
Back onto the earth.
Have a new rebirth.
For all that it's worth.

That day, I do not think that
I will be appalled
If I remain bald............