Combing My Hair In A Brand New Style Lyrics

Combing My Hair In A Brand New Style lyrics

I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna comb out my hair in this
telephone booth gonna comb out love, gonna

comb out hate gonna get me a new look and I can't wait. I took a lethal dosage
of dope in my youth, bit the hook of Jesus

- Oh! The terrible truth. I swallowed it hard for a damn good while,

but now I'm combing my hair in a brand new style. Combing my hair yeah. Combing
my hair yeah. Combing my hair yeah.

Combing my hair in a brand new style. I take a midnight stroll in a Love's
supermarket. I like passing the rows of candy

for sale. See the pale pretty girls in the magazines? Smiling at me like they
know what I mean. You take your candy dandy,

your cheap girls - ruthless! Soul suckers all gonna end up toothless! Gumming
the truth of life's discount aisle. Me I'm

combing my hair in a brand new style.

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He used a blue hair comb with a busted tooth to comb out the tangles of his

messed up youth. Returning in glory to the scene of his trial, he was combing
his hair in a brand new style. Yeah the

sorry story of his assorted crimes - his tribulations, his suffering mind all
wiped clean and left miles behind. See him

prowling the street? He got the mojo smile. He's combing his hair in a brand
new style.

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I don't want no hoodoos, no

voodoo gurus, no spooked out priesty-beasty, no strippers with pasties,
self-professed saviors of my soul, no low-down

top-secret CIA moles, no crackpot psychopathic behavior specialists, no
shriners, no shiners, no decisive moment

existentialists, that's right, no vegetable, no mineral, no institution gonna
disrupt the constitution of my ingenious

hairdo solution - see I got my sly pomade, my jelly in a jar! Now don't you
mistake me for no movie star, 'cause I'm just

a humble jumble of God's crooked smile. Did you check out my hair in the brand
new style?

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