Hairdresser On Fire

Here is London, giddy London

Is it home of the free or what?

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary

And psychologically save me?

I've got faith in you

I sense the power within the fingers

Within an hour the power could totally destroy me

Or it could save my life

Oh, here is London

Home of the brash, outrageous and free

You are repressed but you're remarkably dressed

Is it real?

And you're always busy

Really busy

Busy, busy

Oh, oh, hairdresser on fire

All around Sloane Square

And you're just so busy

Busy, busy

Busy scissors, mmm

Oh, oh, hairdresser on fire

All of the day

Was a client, over cautious

He made you nervous

And when he said, "I'm gonna sue you"

Oh, I really felt for you, mmm

So can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary

And supernaturally change me?

Change me, change

Oh, here in London

Home of the brash, outrageous and free

You are repressed but you're remarkably dressed

Is it real?

And you're always busy

Really busy

Busy clippers, mmm

Oh, oh, hairdresser on fire

All around Sloane Square

And you're just too busy

To see me

Busy clippers, mmm

Oh, oh, hairdresser on fire

All of the day