What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
The shape my hair is in
It´s way too humid, today, my head, it ain´t no friend
If I was seen out, I´d have me arrested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

She´s hip to the fastest bob,
She give a good lather-job
She don´t 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 don´t 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