Lyrics The Cowsills

The Cowsills

Hair...

She asks 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 Grateful Dead

Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair

Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer

Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

Flow it, show it, long as God 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 God 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 the go go when they see me in my toga

My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah, I adore it

Hallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair