[Verse 1: hard-funk male lead, gritty shouted hard-funk vocal over tight drums and choppy guitar] Hit me! Good god, Lou, turn the chair around Saturday mornin', I been lookin' kinda rough Hairline headin' off like it had seen enough Walked in Big Lou's at nine and Lou just shook his head Said sit down, young man, you look like you fell out of bed Forty minutes, razor, clippers, little oil for the shine Turned the chair around, and Lord, I saw a brand new line Edges like a ruler, every wave in perfect rows Walked outside on Fulton, and the whole street turned and froze [Hook: hard-funk male lead, full horn section stabs, popping bass, shouted] Got a fresh line up and the whole block's in line Every head turns 'round when the edges catch the light Lou's shop got a queue to the end of the street Fresh line up, everybody lined up after me [Verse 2: hard-funk male lead, strutting, horns answer every line] Mr. Jenkins at the bus stop says, young man, who cut your hair? Lady at the corner store just puts her phone down and stares Three kids on their bikes ride behind me for a mile Askin' who's the barber, like I'm sellin' them the style Point 'em down to Big Lou's with a finger and a nod By noon there's twenty people and a cousin and a dog [Pre-Hook: hard-funk male lead, the band stops on every other beat] Hit me, Lou, I'm walkin' advertisin' Every corner that I turn, the line keeps growin' [Hook: hard-funk male lead, full horn section stabs, popping bass, shouted] Got a fresh line up and the whole block's in line Every head turns 'round when the edges catch the light Lou's shop got a queue to the end of the street Fresh line up, everybody lined up after me [Horn Break: hard-funk male lead, clipper buzz, the band stops on one long clipper buzz across the bar, then the horns hit] Hold it! Hear that, Lou? Good god, that's the sound of business comin' through [Verse 3: hard-funk male lead, shouted, horns stabbing] Four o'clock, Lou's waitin' list is runnin' down the block Got a folding chair outside and he done had to buy a clock He steps out on the sidewalk with a towel on his arm Says young man, that head of yours is workin' like a charm So from now on every Saturday you sit down and you're free Just walk slow down Fulton, son, and send 'em back to me [Final Hook: hard-funk male lead, full horn section stabs, popping bass, shouted] Got a fresh line up and the whole block's in line Every head turns 'round when the edges catch the light Lou's shop got a queue to the end of the street Fresh line up, everybody lined up after me [End]
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