Thanks for the Haircut
There's a barber shop with a red striped pole
on the front door
I guess you could say I know the owner
Always there from eight to five
Second chair there on the right
Everybody used to say I had his eyes
He gave me my first name
I didn't get his last
Yeah he'd of had to marry my mom for that
I got no birthdays and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could learn from when my truck broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
I wonder when you tie that black cape on me
Do you see that backyard Batman circa 1993
How it is and how it ain't doesn't change the way it was
You've never been my dad
But I'll still always be your son
He gave me my first name
I didn't get his last
Yeah he'd of had to marry my mom for that
I got no birthdays and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could learn from when my truck broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
Yeah, got no birthday and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could run to when my heart broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
I hit that counter on the way out
Swipe my credit card to pay
And as I sign it at the bottom
I wonder if he'll know my name
on the front door
I guess you could say I know the owner
Always there from eight to five
Second chair there on the right
Everybody used to say I had his eyes
He gave me my first name
I didn't get his last
Yeah he'd of had to marry my mom for that
I got no birthdays and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could learn from when my truck broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
I wonder when you tie that black cape on me
Do you see that backyard Batman circa 1993
How it is and how it ain't doesn't change the way it was
You've never been my dad
But I'll still always be your son
He gave me my first name
I didn't get his last
Yeah he'd of had to marry my mom for that
I got no birthdays and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could learn from when my truck broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
Yeah, got no birthday and no ball games
No first beer to talk about
Got nobody I could run to when my heart broke down
He takes a little off the top and sweeps it up
I just pay him for his time and bite my tongue
Say thanks for the haircut
I hit that counter on the way out
Swipe my credit card to pay
And as I sign it at the bottom
I wonder if he'll know my name
Credits
Writer(s): Phil Vincent Evans, Cameron Newby
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