Ahem...lalalala. Ok. Pitch perfect.
As sung by Commissary Banks, Bennie I.am., Mick Carter, and Sherm, while in camp.
They ask me why, I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, Don't know
It's not for lack of bread, like the Grants and Lincolns...
Boys, give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me Custer's lucky hair, shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, Pickett, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as Belle can grow it, my hair
Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas, (yeah) a hive to bees, (yeah) a nest for birds
There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as Sherm can grow it, my hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy
Ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming
Streaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied
They'll be ga ga at Gettysburg when they see me in my glory,
My Hardee made of blond, brilliantined, Beauregard hair
My hair like Jesse Reno wore it, Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah; Mary Lincoln loved her son, why don't my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as Lee can grow it, my hair
Flow it, show it, long as Stuart can grow it, my hair
Flow it, show it, long as Forrest can grow it, my hair
Flow it, show it, long as Longstreet can grow it, my hair.
(Original Written by Galt Mac Dermot, Gerome Ragni, James Rado • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)
Thank ya. Thank ya very much.