You’re so cool, only twenty-three,
A rock and roll star’s what you want to be,
Can’t get a job, ‘cause your hair’s to your knees,
Quit school, can’t spell priorities.
Now’s the time, boy, for you to grow up,
Better get hot now, before he throws up,
He’s a jealous God, and you’re not fair,
Don’t sit and stare.
Cut your hair, if your hair offends you,
Cut your hair – I think you know just what to do,
Cut your hair – better to enter Heaven bald,
Cut your hair – then enter Hell and have it all.
Don’t respect your elders, put them on a shelf,
The only thing you care about is yourself,
Why throw away the cards you’re dealt?
All your dreams of glory are going to melt.
Now’s the time, boy, for you to grow up,
Better get hot now, before he throws up,
He’s a jealous God, and you’re not fair,
Don’t sit and stare.
Cut your hair, if your hair offends you,
Cut your hair – I think you know just what to do,
Cut your hair – better to enter Heaven bald,
Cut your hair – then enter Hell and have it all.
Haven’t moved in so long you are starting to mould,
What will you do when you’re deaf and old, now that your very soul has been sold?
Now’s the time, boy – grow up,
Better get hot now, before he throws up,
He’s a jealous God,
Don’t you dare just sit and stare.
Cut your hair, if your hair offends you,
Cut your hair – I think you know just what to do,
Cut your hair – better to enter Heaven bald,
Cut your hair – then enter Hell and have it all.
Don’t say Jesus had long hair too – the problem’s not your hair, it’s your attitude,
God’s not your king; your hair is the boss,
Man, when was the last time you hung on a cross?
Cut your hair, if your hair offends you,
Cut your hair – I think you know just what to do,
Cut your hair – better to enter Heaven bald,
Cut your hair – then enter Hell and have it all.
Cut your hair,
Cut your hair – come on now, boy, cut it off,
Cut your hair – this won’t hurt a bit,
Cut your hair – I think I saw a barber just around the corner.
