So I know this bit
crossing these women
floating in my beard, where are they're now
There's a ladies toilet that I love to go somehow tonight

I cross this blonde
I won't kill her
that isn't nice, make a deal with Butlin's
I've never Butlin's before after my own life died
and so, I see myself, in every sex life

Opening my own hair
(hair, hair, oh hair)
opening my own hair
(hair, hair, hair, oh hair)

They don't make shit
like I sniff glue
they're tell me lies like I won't fuck you

They're tell me how I must keep my bum a night
and so, I rather whisper to myself
Opening up my own hair
(hair, hair, hair, oh hair)
opening up my own hair
(hair, hair, hair, hair, oh hair)

I've sucked my hair