Don't Cut Your Hair

Don't cut your hair

Don't cut your hair

Don't cut your hair, don't cut your hair

Don't cut your hair, whatever you do!

From Ipanema to the Copacabana

Whoa, the monkeys give their asses for a piece of banana

Pornstars, playboys, they're all after the money

But you never got a taste of that, that's why I love ya, honey

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!

Whatever you do!

Beefsteak, clothes, and a box at the races

Oooh, they love that dirty paper with the ugly faces

If I could see you in your glory, baby, even for a minute

I'll give up my shelter and everything that's in it

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!

Don't cut it, don't chop it

It's like the bomb, if you got it, don't drop it

If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it

Yeah!

Eeee-yeee!

From Miami to the Sunset Strip

All the guys are gay, it's the way it is today

Though you look like a lady when viewed from afar

Close that curtain round my face, I know what you are

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't

Don't cut your hair

Don't cut your hair

Don't cut your hair

Whatever you do!