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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Wild, Wild Hair Song



I got a wild, wild hair
growin’ free without a care
when I woke up with it this morning
it was growing down to there
now I don’t want a razor
I really dig it, I swear
step back my friend
let me enjoy
this wild, wild hair

I got a wild, wild hair
flapping in the breeze
just wait another day
and I’ll be swinging from the trees
some people may not like it
but I don’t really care
‘cause I am gonna wear and bare
this wild, wild hair

I got a wild, wild hair
what is happening to me
I want to be free
from responsibility
let the people gawk
let ‘em whisper and stare
‘cause they are only jealous
of my wild hair’s flair

Yes, I got a wild hair
but I can not sing the blues
I'm enjoying dancing barefoot
now I can not find my shoes
let's stay awake 'til sun-up
karaoke if you dare
temporary insanity
'cause I got a wild hair 

I got a wild, wild hair
flapping in the breeze
just wait another day
and I’ll be swinging from the trees
some people may not like it
but I don’t really care
‘cause I am gonna wear and bare
this wild, wild hair
I love – I love - I love
my wild, wild hair

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