Blues-based tune a la John Lee Hooker. 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.