ZZ Top - Hairdresser текст песни

Blues-based tune a la john lee hooker

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame

The shape my hair is in

Its way too humid, today, my head, it aint no friend

If I was seen out, Id have me arrested

Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

Shes hip to the fastest bob,

She give a good lather-job

She dont stand no messin around

Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town

Hairdresser, hairdresser

Conk it up, conk me baby

I likes a wax, I likes a straight

I dont like the kind of hair you love to hate

I can dig it dread, I can dig it buzzed

I can dig a do that does the fuzz

God, my hair it looks molested

Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

Yo, yo, milano