Sing joyously to the divine sounds provideth
I'm a hairy man with a hairy mane
From foil my curls came
In these foils I must remain oh yeah oh yeah
Clogs instead of shoes
Style in the hairdressers hand
But the colourist paints my head
Of blackest black oh yeah
Black Hair
Don't you see the regrowth behind your coloured ends
Black hair black hair
You took away the my right to follow trends
Black Hair Black Hair
What have you done, with my anti-frizz
Oh the red head knows secrets
With tints and highlights
Oh the blondes have more fun
And us black 'fros have none, oh yeah
Leave my frizziness in shame
Leave my tattered ends in disgrace
But by ev'ry stylists name
Put a treatment above my face
Black Hair Black Hair
My style was in and all my worshipers tried
Black Hair Black Hair
They wanted to be me, and copy my style
Black Hair Black Hair
Why then is my styyyle, stuck in decades gone by?
Black Hair Black Hair
Black Hair
Black Hair Black Hair
Fought my battle with dryers
Black Hair Black Hair
Caught in Hair rollers
Black Hair Black Hair
Say you'll be trendy, yet once again
What is left of my locks
Just strands for a comb over
A once shiny full thatch
Now a shiny pink patch
Oh yeah