I went down to Louisiana,
to get my hair cut like Sinatra
Sideburns long as Mississippi and a
mustasch smooth like honey
I entered into a bizarre shop,
all employees were dressed as cops
No heads, no hands just razors,
I should have left but I felt no worries
Headless barbershop
Gutless gastronomy
Headless barbershop
Better hold on to your neck firm & steady
As I laid in this chair of death,
ready for my last surgical breath
Strapped down in a white little gown,
wrinkled & worried frown
Suddenly a gutsaw appeared from the blue,
now must my head be put together by glue
My head is a wig i am off being fed to the pig