Don´t cut your hair
Don´t cut your hair
Don´t cut your hair, don´t cut your hair
Don´t cut your hair, whatever you do!

From Impanema to the Copacabana
Woh, the monkeys [?] their asses for a piece of banana
Pornstars, playboys, they´re all after the money
But ya never got a taste of baby [?] love ya honey

Oh don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t-don´t
Don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t, yeah!

Whatever you do!

Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers
Oooh, they love the dirty paper with the ugly faces
If I could see you in your glory baby, even for a minute
I´ll give up my shelter and everything that´s in it

Oh don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t-don´t
Don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t-don´t
Don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t, yeah!

Don´t cut it, don´t chop it
It´s like the bomb if you got it don´t drop it

If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it
Any guy is lying if he says he doesn´t want it
Any guy is lying if he says he doesn´t want it
Yeah!

Eeee-yeee!

From Miami to the Sunset Strip
All the guys...
Though you look like a girl [?,?] from afar,
Close that curtain mama doesn´t know what you are

Oh don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t-don´t
Don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t ya, don´t-don´t
Don´t cut your hair
Don´t cut your hair
Don´t cut your hair
Whatever you do!