There’s this one hair on my head
And I’m not sure with it what to do
It has avoided the stylish hairdresser
And not succumb to cheap shampoo

And no matter how I crimp, bleach and dye
It cannot change, it will not compromise
It’s as stubborn as a concrete block
And far too clean to fully let me rock!

And it’s getting so damn long it’s almost down to my knees
And it pushes off good lovers when it blows in the breeze
And it’s getting so damn long it’s slipping out of my hold
That no golden boy or girl can really have much control

I tried to cut it off for you, you found it ugly
And lord! It clashed with your shoes!
And the day we found it was made of wire
You took my bike and set my house on fire

Well it’s getting so damn so long it’s almost down to my feet
And I bet before too long
I’ll be tripping down the street
And it’s getting so damn long it’s slipping out of my hold
That no bloody minded girl can really take, take control

Since the day that I was born
It’s been growing like some wild safari horn
And they say I’ll lose it when I’m old and grey
But my old grandfather took a full head of hair to the grave

And it’s getting so damn long
It’s trailing down the street
And the common kids make jokes
And the art kids call the fashion police
And its getting so damn long
It’s slipping out of my hold
That no studio line can ever take control