Mean Dean -

In bridge city, a man you might know

Tough and clean, his name is Dean, on Haight street he did grow

When he was a boy, with his razors he did play,

Dreaming of the man he’s known as today

He grew up strong, and proud, grew up firm but fair,

He’s sharpening his razors and he’s dusting off his chair

If what you desire my friend is the closest cut in town,

Take a seat in his chair, on Haight street he’s still found

(Mean Dean) He’ll cut you fine

(Mean Dean) Boys get in line

(Mean Dean) Modern men call him

(Mean Dean) He’s sharp and quick

(Mean Dean) Gin does the trick

(Mean Dean) Stop by and kill some time

He’ll take your cup and fill it up with whiskey to the sky

Not one is stacked like Henry Ford but man we all look fine

(Mean Dean) If you’re looking rough

(Mean Dean) He’ll clean ya up

Mean Dean of Haight Street

The butcher down the street comes in for a chop

Baker Joe trades his dough for Portland’s finest cut

Bankers, Lawyers, fishermen, in Mean Dean they trust

Even priest O’Reily known to have a drink with us

(Mean Dean) He’ll cut you fine

(Mean Dean) Boys get in line

(Mean Dean) Modern men call him

(Mean Dean) He’s sharp and quick

(Mean Dean) Gin does the trick

(Mean Dean) Stop by and kill some time

He’ll take your cup and fill it up with whiskey to the sky

Not one is stacked like Henry Ford but man we all look fine

(Mean Dean) If you’re looking rough

(Mean Dean) He’ll clean ya up

Mean Dean of Haight Street