Jim White Combing my Hair in a Brand new Style Letras:
I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna
comb out my hair in this telephone booth gonna
comb out love, gonna comb out hate gonna get me a
new look and I can't wait. I took a lethal dosage
of dope in my youth, bit the hook of Jesus - Oh!
The terrible truth. I swallowed it hard for a damn
good while, but now I'm combing my hair in a brand
new style. Combing my hair yeah. Combing my hair
yeah. Combing my hair yeah. Combing my hair in a
brand new style. I take a midnight stroll in a
Love's supermarket. I like passing the rows of
candy for sale. See the pale pretty girls in the
magazines? Smiling at me like they know what I
mean. You take your candy dandy, your cheap girls
- ruthless! Soul suckers all gonna end up
toothless! Gumming the truth of life's discount
aisle. Me I'm combing my hair in a brand new
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style. [CHORUS]
He used a blue hair comb with a busted tooth to
comb out the tangles of his messed up youth.
Returning in glory to the scene of his trial, he
was combing his hair in a brand new style. Yeah
the sorry story of his assorted crimes - his
tribulations, his suffering mind all wiped clean
and left miles behind. See him prowling the
street? He got the mojo smile. He's combing his
hair in a brand new style. [CHORUS]
I don't want no hoodoos, no voodoo gurus, no
spooked out priesty-beasty, no strippers with
pasties, self-professed saviors of my soul, no
low-down top-secret CIA moles, no crackpot
psychopathic behavior specialists, no shriners, no
shiners, no decisive moment existentialists,
that's right, no vegetable, no mineral, no
institution gonna disrupt the constitution of my
ingenious hairdo solution - see I got my sly
pomade, my jelly in a jar! Now don't you mistake
me for no movie star, 'cause I'm just a humble
jumble of God's crooked smile. Did you check out
my hair in the brand new style? [CHORUS]
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