Patrick Wolf - The hairy song

Theres this one hair on my head And im not sure with it.. what to do It has avoided the stylish hairdresser And not succumb to cheap shampoo And no matter how i crimp, bleach and dye It cannot change it will not compromise Its as stubborn as a concrete block And far too clean to fully let me rock!And its getting so damn long its almost down to my knees And it pushes off good lovers when it blows in the breeze And its getting so damn long its slipping out of my hold That no golden boy or girl can really take .. take control I tried to cut it off for you, you found it ugly And good lord! how it clashed with your shoes!And the day we found it was made of wire You took my bike and set my house on fire.Now its getting so damn so long its almost down to my feet And i bet before too long ill be tripping down the street And its getting so damn long its slipping out of my hold And no bloody minded girl can really take.. take control Since the day that i was born Its been growing like some wild safari horn And they say ill lose it when im old and grey But my old grandfather took a full head of hair to the grave And its getting so damn long its trailing down the street And the common kids make jokes and the art kids call the fashion police And its getting so damn long its slipping out of my hold That no stu-stu-studio line can ever take control