A bad hair day, a real scare day.
When strands look like they’re fried.
The “socket look” is so divine,
It sweeps upward in time.
A bad hair day, now stay away.
You’ll wonder what’s my kind.
A troll, a magnet, static thing,
The bride of Frankenstein.
A bad hair day, now don’t delay.
Go wash that wig again.
But then this time you’re still surprised.
Your hair’s gone down the drain.