In Search of the Perfect Shampoo - Michael Franks

I’ve squandered love as I’ve wandered

Lover to lover untrue

Cut flowers pink tile showers

Women I’ve counted like coups (?)

Been in search of the perfect shampoo

You thrilled me

Walked right up to me

My follicles prayed it was true

Don’t panic, we’re pure organic

No more medicated goo

Now I’ve found me the perfect shampoo

And it’s you…

So rub-a-dub, dub dub

Just you me in the tub

Gonna suds away all our troubles

In a million low pH bubbles

Hey, Daddy, how come you had me?

Where Mamas pajamas see-through?

You look great, Dad, in your P-38, Dad!

Were you in love or just blue

Or in search of the perfect shampoo?