Words & Music:

James Rado (Hair)

Bm          GM7 Bm         D

She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy.

Bm        G                Bm            D

I'm hairy noon and night.  Hair that's a fright.

F#m       D              F#m               A

I'm hairy high and low.  Don't ask me why, don't know.

F#m          D             F#m               A     E  A

It's not for lack of bread like the Grateful Dead, darling.


Bm                G     Bm             D

Give me head with hair, long beautiful hair.

Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen.

F#m             D              F#m                A

Give me down to there.  Hair!  Shoulder length or longer.

F#m        D           F#m        A7

Here baby, there mama, everywhere daddy, daddy!



Bm           G           Bm          D

Hair!  Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair!

A7        D7      G               A7          D

Grow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair!


I'll let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees.

Make a home for the fleas in my hair.

A home for fleas, a hive for bees, a nest for birds, there ain't no words

For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my...





          C#m7            F#7           C#m7            F#7

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratsy, matsy,

F#m           Bm               F#m                 Bm

Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen,

Bm7            E7      Bm7              E7

Knotted, polka-dotted, twisted, beaded, braided,

Bm7                    E7          Bm7               E7           A7

Powdered, flowered and confettied, bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!


    D                  A             [n.c.]

Oh, say can you see my eyes?  If you can then my hair's too short.

D             Bm             D              Bm               A

Down to here, down to there, down to there, down to where it stops by itself.


Doo-doo-doo [etc.]


They'll be gaga at the go-go when they see me in my toga.

In my toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.

My hair like Jesus wore it.  Hallelujah!  I adore it!

Hallelujah!  Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?


CHORUS:  [2x]


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