She asks me why, I’m just a hairy guy. I’m hairy noon and night, hair that’s a fright. I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know. It’s not for lack of bread, like the Greatful Dead, darling.
Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there, hair, shoulder length or longer. Here baby, there, mama. Everywhere, daddy, daddy.
Hair. Flow it, show it. Long as God can grow it. My hair.