Have you ever had a hair day
Where things just won't go right?
You looked okay last evening
And not bad late last night
You wake up and it's frizzy
Kind of going everywhere
It's like someone took a cattle ****
And then they ran it through your hair
You comb it down and it gets puffy
Even worse than from the start
You look again, you've got an afro
And you can't even find the part
You gel it up and instant *****
You look like mafioso ****
You now choose to go ********
And you use gel as thick as gum
You look like an unwashed Donnie Brasco
Hair all limp and full of grease
But at least it's not all puffy
You've lost the part but have a crease
You wet it down and nothing happens
the water beads on all the goo
You choose to go and have a shower
In fact you choose to go have two
The only reason that I wrote this
I tell the truth, this ain't a fib
It's just that when I woke this morning
I looked the same as Barry Gibb
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
Have you ever had a hair day
Where things just won't go right?
You looked okay last evening
And not bad late last night
You wake up and it's frizzy
Kind of going everywhere
It's like someone took a cattle ****
And then they ran it through your hair
You comb it down and it gets puffy
Even worse than from the start
You look again, you've got an afro
And you can't even find the part
You gel it up and instant *****
You look like mafioso ****
You now choose to go ********
And you use gel as thick as gum
You look like an unwashed Donnie Brasco
Hair all limp and full of grease
But at least it's not all puffy
You've lost the part but have a crease
You wet it down and nothing happens
the water beads on all the goo
You choose to go and have a shower
In fact you choose to go have two
The only reason that I wrote this
I tell the truth, this ain't a fib
It's just that when I woke this morning
I looked the same as Barry Gibb
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