Lyrics

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!