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Poetry In Lotion
When I see my hairdo
What do I see
Lots of hair
Lots of hair and lotion
Lots of hair and lotion
Covering my skull
The wind just gives it motion
When I go to the mall
Lots of hair and lotion
On my barber's floor
Oh I am very happy
My hair exist no more
I love all my baldness
There's nothing left of hair
I feel some kind of softness
No sitting on my barber's chair
I don't need no lotion
Hanging close to me
I touch my skull with caution
That shines so gracefully
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whooooooooa
You can have my lotion
For I need it not
I go out to the ocean
And feel the sun that's hot
I don't need no lotion
For I am pretty bald
I'll take one more precaution
And shine my skull to glow like gold
Barbershops and lotion
I don't need no more
My bald skull with love potion
Could make her love me more
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa