I had this little strand of hair
it got in my face sometimes.
I had this little strand of hair
and so I chopped it off.

I chopped that strand of hair away
I chopped it off my head.
And what, quite then, did happen friend
when I saw my head next?
It grew another
fine strand of hair
so I went right in and chopped it off
another strand of hair.

It grew! It grew!
Like some five-headed hydra!
It grew! It grew!
So I'm stuck with lots of hair.

I thought I might want to remove
all of my hair.
I went away to the barber shop
to have them chop it there.

But it grew! My hair!
I could hardly make it through the door.
It grew! My hair!
And I had a hard time.

Once I was in that shop,
they thought they'd chop it off.
They were going to use a buzzer
and buzz it right, right off.
And they buzzed, they buzzed
for hours and hours.
They buzzed, they buzzed
until I had no hair.

And I stood up and
looked around the place
examining the sight.
My hair had spread all
through their eyes
and it got deep inside,
But it wasn't on me anymore!
I could, yes, go outside!
So, I left that barber shop
with my hair,
and I ran, yes, outside.

For it grew! My hair!
Devouring that whole building!
It grew! Yes, my hair!
And the airplanes,
they came to destroy it!
Burning the city down.