Hair – Edmundo Ros – letras

She asks me why, I’m just a hairy guyI’m hairy noon and night, hair that’s a frightI’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, Don’t knowIt’s not for lack of bread, like the Grateful DeadDarlin’, give me a head with hair, long beautiful hairShining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxenGive me down to there hair, shoulder length or longerHere, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddyHair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairLet it fly in the breeze and get caught in the treesGive a home to the fleas in my hairA home for fleas, (yeah) a hive to bees, (yeah) a nest for birdsThere ain’t no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of myHair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairI want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggyRatty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleamingStreaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dottedTwisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettiedBangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettiedThey’ll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my togaMy toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hairMy hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah, I adore itHallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don’t my mother love me?Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair