paroles de chanson The Haircut Song - Ray Stevens
(Chorus)
Well,
when
you
get
a
haircut,
you'd
better
go
back
home
When
you
get
a
haircut,
get
a
barber
you
have
known
Since
you
were
a
little
bitty
boy
sittin'
in
a
booster
chair
'Cause
you
might
look
like
Larry,
Moe
or
Curly
if
a
stranger
cuts
your
hair
Well,
Butte,
Montana
just
a-passin'
through,
one
thing
I
just
had
to
do
Had
to
get
a
haircut
and
I
was
worried
for
my
hair
I
had
a
feeling
of
impending
doom
the
minute
I
stepped
into
that
room
And
laid
my
eyes
upon
that
barber
chair...
oh
yeah
It
was
a
macho
barber
shop.
Hair
dryers
were
mounted
on
a
rifle
rack.
Wasn't
no
mirrors.
The
barber
chair
was
a
Peterbilt.
Barber
walked
in;
He
was
huge,
seven
feet
tall,
three
hundred
pounds
of
spring
steel
and
Rawhide.
Wearin'
a
hard
hat,
chewin'
a
cigar,
had
a
t-shirt
on
--
said,
"I
hate
musicians."
Threw
me
in
the
chair,
sneered
and
said,
"What'll
it
Be
pal?"
Now
a
lot
of
people
would
be
intimidated
in
a
situation
like
This...
I
was
not.
I
am
what
I
am,
play
my
piano,
sing
my
little
Songs.
I
looked
him
right
in
the
eye
and
I
said,
"I'm
a
logger...
just
up
in
Coos
Bay,
Oregon.
Been
toppin'
trees
--
quite
possibly
the
toughest
Man
in
the
entire
world.
He
said,
"All
right!"
He
gave
me
a
haircut
and
I
walked
out
of
there,
my
hair
was
gone!
Made
Kojak
look
like
Bill
Golden.
Yeah,
had
a
tremendous
craving
to
operate
heavy
equipment.
Now,
you
may
think
that
Butte,
Montana
haircut's
the
worst
any
man
could
ever
get...
Wrong!
Well,
a
few
months
later
I
was
in
L.A.,
truckin'
along
on
a
smoggy
day
I
needed
a
haircut
so
bad,
I
looked
like
Bozo
the
Clown
I
was
looking
shaggy,
not
too
good,
I'd
put
it
off
as
long
as
I
could
And
Lord,
I
hate
to
get
a
haircut
out
of
town
Well,
I
walked
in
immediately
and
realized
immediately
that
this
guy
was
into
punk
rock.
The
walls
were
done
in
black
leather.
Had
chains
and
whips
and
handcuffs
hangin'
on
'em.
Barber
walked
in,
he
had
orange
hair.
Black
mascara.
Stainless
steel
teeth.
Black
leather
jacket
with
zinc
studs.
He
threw
me
in
the
chair,
hit
me
a
couple
times
--
whap,
whap
--
Chained
me
down,
threw
a
Nazi
flag
over
me.
Said,
I'm
gonna
tell
you
something
might
make
you
a
little
nervous.
I
laughed,
ha
ha
ha.
I
said,
"What
could
possibly
make
me
nervous?"
He
said,
"I'm
gay."
Nooo
problem.
I'm
not
threatened
in
any
way.
I
mean,
I'm
secure
in
my
manhood,
everything
is
cool...
I
am
what
I
am,
play
my
little
piano,
sing
my
little
songs.
I
looked
him
right
in
the
eye.
I
said,
"I'm
a
logger.
Played
football
in
high
school.
I
was
in
the
Marine
Corps."
He
said,
"All
right,"
and
he
gave
me
a
haircut.
I
walked
out
of
there,
friends,
my
hair
was
purple.
Well,
at
least
that
mohawk
section
down
the
middle
was
purple.
Had
a
white
streak
down
one
side...
other
side
looked
like
Mr.
T.
Had
a
couple
safety
pins
in
my
cheeks.
Felt
a
teeny
bit
conspicuous.
Luckily,
my
next
job
was
in
San
Fransisco.
Shoot,
I
got
up
there
and
I
didn't
even
stand
out
at
all.
Wasn't
even
close!
Those
people
thought
I
was
an
insurance
salesman!
Well,
a
few
months
later,
I
was
way
down
South,
grits
and
gravy
and
a-hush
your
mouth
Hair
so
long
I'm
startin'
to
look
like
a
man
in
drag
It
was
then
that
the
sheriff
came
up
and
said,
"Boy,
you
got
too
much
hair
on
your
head
You
better
get
yourself
a
haircut
or
a
dog
tag!"
Well,
when
I
stepped
into
the
shop,
I
realized
immediately
that
I
was
dealing
with
a
born-again
barber.
Don't
see
too
many
barber
shops
with
a
steeple.
Had
an
organ
in
the
corner,
a
choir...
an
usher
led
me
to
the
barber
chair.
Barber
walked
in,
started
saying
grace,
"Oh
Lord,
for
these
haircuts
we
are
about
to
receive,
may
we
be
truly
thankful.
Dominus
possum
pax
probiscus,
post
mortem,
et
tu
Brute,
puella
carborundum.
He
was
sorta
half-Baptist,
half-Catholic...
kind
of
a
Cathtist.
He
started
cuttin'
my
hair
and
preachin'
at
the
same
time.
I
Mean
he's
a
wild
man,
scissors
and
razors
a-flyin'
around
my
head,
he's
talkin'
about
the
liquor
and
wild
women
and
music
and
sex
and
the
evils
of
dancing
and
the
music
business
in
general.
Then
he
looked
down
at
me
and
he
said,
"What
do
you
do
for
a
living?"
Now,
I'm
not
ashamed
of
what
I
do
for
a
livin'.
Workin'
bars
and
casinos,
around
liquor
and
wild
women,
I
just
play
my
piano,
sing
my
little
songs.
I
looked
him
right
in
the
eye
and
I
said,
"I
run
this
church
for
loggers..."
(Chorus)
When
you
get
a
haircut,
be
sure
to
go
back
home
When
you
get
a
haircut,
get
a
barber
you
have
known
Since
you
were
a
little
bitty
boy
sittin'
in
a
booster
chair
Or
you
might
look
like
Larry,
Moe
or
Curly
if
a
stranger
cuts
your
hair
![Ray Stevens - Box Set](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/u/t/4/2/veq_w124tu.jpg)
1 It's Me Again, Margaret
2 Too Drunk Too Fish
3 Misty
4 Freudian Slip
5 Sittin' Up With The Dead
6 Everything Is Beautiful
7 Power Tools
8 Drivers Education
9 Hang Up And Drive
10 Ahab, The Arab
11 The Ballad Of The Blue Cyclone (The Beginning)
12 Blue Angel
13 The Ballad Of The Blue Cyclone (The End?)
14 Pledging My Love
15 The Woogie Boogie
16 Love Will Beat Your Brains Out
17 The Haircut Song
18 The Streak
19 The Mississippi Squirrel Revival
20 Family Funeral Fight
21 Deerslayer
22 Safe At Home
23 Boogie Woogie
24 Virgil And The Moonshot
25 The Hustler
26 Osama Yo’ Mama
27 Hello Mama
28 Let’s Roll
29 We’re Havin’ A Baby
30 When The Kids Are Gone
31 Turn Your Radio On
32 Kitty Cat’s Revenge
33 Juanita & The Kids
34 Thank You
35 Shriner's Convention
36 Nashville
37 Erik The Awful
38 The Dog Song
39 The Cat Song
40 When I Get Over You
41 The Pirate Song
42 Come On Home To Baseball
43 Gitarzan
44 Bridget The Midget
45 Bon Temps Roulette
46 Freddie Feelgood (And His Funky Little Five-Piece Band)
47 Gone For Good
48 Stand Up
49 The King Of Christmas
50 Be Your Own Best Friend
51 Jeremiah Peabody’s Polyunsaturated Quick-Dissolving Fast-Acting Pleasant Tasting Green And Purple Pills
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