Hair Helmet Lyrics

Nice rug.
Two hats.
You get a receipt for that?
Chromedome,
side comb,
straight up in the wind it’s a sail fin.
Your fat head sheds and I got to grin,
plaster down,
goop it up.
Looks like a drowned rat on a monkey butt.
Sky piece on your head is strangely Ernest Stangely.
You ain’t no looker man, you’re TJ Hooker.
Grass don’t grow on the head of Kevin DuBrow.
Baldy locks your head looks like my cock.
With the light refracting off your head,
let your top ball glisten, you’re better off dead.

You find it in your pillow and your hairbrush too,
******?
Toupee?
Shave it?
Whatcha gonna do?
It’s easy to spot him from miles afar,
he’s a wheeling and dealing in his compact car.
You know on his date he won’t get very far,
when the top of his head looks like the hood of his car.
Sky piece on your head is strangely Ernest Stangely.
You ain’t no looker man, you’re TJ Hooker.
Grass don’t grow on the head of Kevin DuBrow.
Baldy locks your head looks like my cock.
Nice rug.
Two hats.
You get a receipt for that?
Chromedome,
side comb,
straight up in the wind it’s a sail fin.
Your fat head sheds and I got to grin,
plaster down,
goop it up.
Looks like a drowned rat on a monkey butt.
Sky piece on your head is strangely Ernest Stangely.
(Somebody kill that guy.)
You ain’t no looker man, you’re TJ Hooker.
(That’s a wig!)
Grass don’t grow on the head of Kevin DuBrow.
(I think he IS dead.)
Baldy locks your head looks like my cock.
Lyrics Submitted by Solid Briscoe