Man you guys are hell on my hair
Which for me is no casual affair
It's really quite long
And salt does it wrong
Causing everyone to just stare
So I sit by the TV alone
Cause I don't want to talk on the phone
Putting the electrical aside
Which is one hell of a ride
I pick the goo out of my hair all alone
Imagine the frazzle of me
Damn if that's not a site to see
With my hair running wild
Another lost child
And I chose door number three
Eight ways but loose
Damn what a fat goose
Yet the conditioner is always on me
Wet from the ride touch the TV and fry
And the hot dogs are always on me
What's up with that
It sho don't make me fat
Coz by the time that I'm done
Having all this electrified fun
The hotdogs are gone and that's that
