My hair is wild, it’s never styled,
I just don’t care if I walk around defiled.
Some call me freak, some just won’t peek,
It matches well with my physique.

I lost my brush and I broke my comb,
This happened several years ago.
A beard to match due to no shaving foam,
What is the reason, you cut your hair?
What is the reason?

You’re looking good, so knock on wood,
You see your barber monthly like you think you should.
Sit in his chair, tip if you dare,
Your barber’s French, his name’s Pierre.

That spritz and mousse is a sure-fire call,
You’re Head and Shoulders does the job.
My frizz abuse turns all heads at the Mall.
Where is the food court, for this ole slob?
Where is the food court?

My hair is wild, it’s never styled,
I just don’t care if I walk around defiled.