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