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
 Don't cut your hair, whatever you do!
 From Impanema to the Copacabana
 Woh, the monkey (?) their asses for a piece of bananna
 Pornstar (?) 'cause they're all after the money
 But ya never got a taste of baby (?) 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 in a box of erasers
 Oooh, they love the dirty paper with elderly 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
 Eeee-yeee!
 From Miami to the Sunset Strip
 All the guys...
 Though you look like a girl (?,?) from afar,
 Close that curtain mama doesn't 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!