Barbershop Lyrics

Barbershop 9 in the morning

everybody’s snoring

and my hairs too long

i’m going out tonight

but i can't with a trim like this

my barnetts f*cking shit

i open the door

and the nice man greets me

but he’s looking sleepy

i think i’m f*cked

he looks at me with a tired stare

there’s tension in the air

the clippers touch my head

don’t you dare

f*ck up my hair

Ive got places to be

Ive got mates to see

I look in the mirror

My hair so much shitter

Hes done me over

Didn’t ask for a combover

I walk to the counter cash in hand, secretly fuming I look so bad

This is the worst trim I’ve ever had.