Look at that man, that odd old man
With his weird hair, and it's odd difference
A 'do' that selled, yet went ungelled
But I suppose it is his preference

And his Mullet Hair is the talk of the town
The way it looks so short, but then hangs down
And while people tell him other styles he could wear
He's prefers Mullet Hair

And that style is something he will always wield
Not afraid; never to be concealed
And when he wears a hat we think it's the end
But he whips it out again

His style of hair is always there
That's how it goes, never to be questioned
And that old man, that odd old man
Would get respect from the hair he's destined

And his Mullet Hair is the talk of the town
The way it looks so short, but then hangs down
And while people tell him other styles he could wear
He's prefers Mullet Hair

And that style is something he will always wield
Not afraid; never to be concealed
And when he wears a hat we think it's the end
But he whips it out again

And his Mullet Hair is the talk of the town
The way it looks so short, but then hangs down
And while people tell him other styles he could wear
He's prefers Mullet Hair