Beautician Blues Lyrics

I met a fine beautician
In a very fine condition
She was long and lean
And you know what that meansShe's a good lovin' mama
A hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money
I don't have to worry about a thingShe works hard all day
Dressin' hair, man, you can bet
I want to get somewhere
With my good lovin' mamaMy hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money
I don't have to worry about a thingI meet the finest woman
From everywhere because my baby
Dress their hair, I'll be her lover, boyShe treats me like a King
She makes a lot of money
Don't have to worry about a thingYes, she keeps her hair
So neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine

I'll be her lover, boyI'll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money
Don't have to worry about a thing