My Hair - Skankin' Pickle

Set my alarm, to wake me at eleven

The sun was shining in my face when I awoken

My mom yelled at me that my friend was here at seven

I just rolled over, prayed that I was dreaming

I knew I wasn’t when my dog bit me on my nose

Crawled out of bed, slipped a felt hat on my head

I ran downstairs, saw my friend was standing there

Looked in the mirror, saw my hair was everywhere

You talk talk, you talk about the future

How you think that it’s funny if they’ve got no brain

Doesn’t matter if they’ve got no hair

Doesn’t matter if they look like yarn Look like yarn look like yarn

Oh, Lynette!

I thought we had a deal:

You cut your hair and I go out with you

You didn’t cut your hair!

I’m gonna go out with my grandmother

She’s dead, Lynette, I’m gonna dig her up and go out with her

Go!

I’m outta here!

Went back upstairs, and looked into my mirror

In my reflection, I saw it so much clearer

I didn’t know, that I was so ugly

If it was dark in Central Park no one would even mug me