Sittin in the barber shop
Some music is playin
Got out of bed this mornin
I needed a trim I'm just sayin
The barber likes his reggae
He's sharpening his razor
Come on down mon- he says
You can call me Lazer
What'll it be today mon he says
His arms swinging to the rasta beat
I wanted a new hairdo but I was getting cold feet
I could get a flat top or a buzz
Or a mullet just because
I wanted to impress the ladies
Lazer knew just the answer
He flew into action
For a barber he was a really good dancer
In minutes he finished his work while I sat
With pickcomb and scissors pulled out if his hat
I tipped him and walked out to get on my Harley
Then realized that I looked just like Bob Marley
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