Hairdresser (ZZ Top)

What a shame, what a shame What a shame the shape my hair is in Oh that'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, uh 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, oh yea Yo, yo, Milano