Don't Cut Your Hair - The Pretenders

Don’t cut your hair

Don’t cut your hair

Don’t cut your hair, don’t cut your hair

Don’t cut your hair, whatever you do!

From Impanema to the Copacabana

Woh, the monkeys (?) their asses for a piece of banana

Pornstars, playboys, they’re all after the money

But ya never got a taste of baby (?) love ya honey

Oh don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t-don't

Don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t, yeah!

Whatever you do!

Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers

Oooh, they love the dirty paper with the ugly faces

If I could see you in your glory baby, even for a minute

I’ll give up my shelter and everything that’s in it

Oh don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t-don't

Don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t-don't

Don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t, yeah!

Don’t cut it, don’t chop it

It’s like the bomb if you got it don’t drop it

If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn’t want it

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn’t want it

Yeah!

Eeee-yeee!

From Miami to the Sunset Strip

All the guys…

Though you look like a girl (?, ?) from afar

Close that curtain mama doesn’t know what you are

Oh don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t-don't

Don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t-don't

Don’t cut your hair

Don’t cut your hair

Don’t cut your hair

Whatever you do!