| Shampoo stings my eyes, I will never feel that twice: slick hair smells like gas. |
O! SQUIRREL brother, Your tail, my hair. We are one. Yet I must eat you. |
| Brown edged tank top sticks to my white clumpy armpits Somehow I get laid. |
I liked that foreign legion movie so much, I grew me one them hats. |
| Flowing down the back helps to keep mind closed, hate released by short top |
My hair is slammin like Stone Cold. Can I get a Hell yeah? Hell yeah. Hell yeah. |
| This super cool hair and a bucket of chicken: What more could I want? |
my slick snakeskin boots my silk shirt with rooster prints always colored jeans |
| Lynnrd Skynnrd didn't win no spelling bees. Who cares? They rock the trailer. |
Razor set to one. Do front and sides and then stop Reaffirm my style. |
| Metallica is for first graders. Nothing rocks harder than Winger. |
Dogs urinate where they so choose. And so do I. Red and blue lights flash. |
| Teen runaway, I hate my dad. Yet I am one. Fly, thunderbird, fly. |
Ponytails are for wimps. But if you let that hair loose, you are my brother. |
| New white tank top tucks neatly into tight black jeans: redneck romeo. |
Short like your schooling. Long like your prison sentence. The penal haircut. |
| Bald on the top and long on the back. Behold my glorious skullet. |
You smoke me up and jerk me off. You are the best, and I love you, sis. |
| My mullet and me like to climb up a tree. We're the best friends that could be. |
Dad likes my mullet. The nurse calls it a critter carpet. My head breeds. |
| With long hair in place how else can I rebel? Hand me the bong uncle. |
Under the Christmas tree: tight black jeans and a comb. I've been extra good! |
| Short for dad. Long for the daughter mom always wanted. Everyone's happy. |
Oakley blades reflect Nascar decal stuck to paint Swisher Sweet incense |