Yesterday my mom said
Your hair’s too long
I know you’re right on
Go away and get it done
And don’t come back until it’s short
By the morning I’m afraid
I read to her the speech she made
And of course she cannot see
Why she always pick on me
Mamma stood, jumped for joy
For I was still her little boy
People say I should behave
Shouldn’t run around and rave
There’s a lot of good advice
To make me gentle, good and wise
Though my hair’s a bit too long
I know too well what’s right or wrong