The Hairy Song (Demo Version)

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 take .. take control

I tried to cut it off for you, you found it ugly

And good lord! how 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.

Now 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

And 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 stu-stu-studio line can ever take control