Back up the barbershop.
Pole dancing on the candy cane.
Try the #1 #2 #3 FADE.
Give it to me so I can look fresh.
Spanking new. I'm going to war.
Spartacus. Stallone. Whenever.
The basket on my bicycle rattles as I ride.
I hear my haircut looking down at the basket bounce.
Let's relax. Let's talk. If the music is soft
I spit out my gum.
Tired of chewing, I find people willing.
To the dirt on Dauphine I say
you John Lee Hooker.
Now let me brood over your horrible day.
Orange Juice & Asphalt.
Grand Opening tomorrow.
Back by popular demand.
There's this postscript.
Cousin mosquito sucks.
To wit. Slap Stuck.
The evening sun goes down.