[Verse 1]
Mom says I look like a mop in a windstorm
Principal says I’m a threat to the dress code norm
Barber’s got scissors but I’ve got a dream
Of bangs in my eyes and a punk rock scream
[Pre-Chorus]
They say “clean up,” I say “grow out”
My fringe is a flag and I’m waving it loud
[Chorus]
Get a haircut, kid — you’re scaring the neighbors
Your split ends are plotting against polite favors
Get a haircut, kid — you’ll never get hired
But I’d rather be weird than be well admired
[Verse 2]
I dyed it green just to spite the machine
Now I’m banned from the mall and the Dairy Queen
They say “you’ll regret it,” I say “that’s the point”
I’m a walking rebellion with a messy joint
[Bridge]
Buzz cuts and crew cuts, they all look the same
I’m a shaggy manifesto with a middle name:
“Don’t tell me what to do” — it’s tattooed on my scalp
My hair’s a protest, not a cry for help
[Breakdown]
Snip snip — conformity’s creeping
Clip clip — but I’m still believing
That chaos is beauty, and tangles are truth
So I’ll grow it out long like the angst of my youth
[Final Chorus]
Get a haircut, kid — you’re a walking disaster
But I’d rather be loud than a silent imposter
Get a haircut, kid — they’ll never understand
That my hair’s not a mess, it’s a statement, man
[Outro]
So trim your opinions and buzz off your shame
I’ll keep my locks wild and my spirit untamed