paroles de chanson Hairdresser - ZZ Top

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