Song Lyrics

She wants to get rid of it, you know
It's true that it doesn't fit, and through
It all it falls at her feet
Though it's nice, though it's cool, she just can't have it that long.

When she goes out in the streets she takes
Her two kids with their grinding teeth, in case
Someone would dare to touch it
For it's nice, for it's cool, for she's got to take it off.

No matter who she kneels
She wants them at her heels
For boys like those cheap thrills
She's the fucky fucky sucky sucky tiger.

No matter who she kneels
She wants boys at her kneels
And for they pay her bills
She'll go for the classy Baboul Hair Cutting.

She walks as a street godess, you know
It's true she can afford it, and through
It all she's a hairy teen
Though she's nice, though she's cool, she just can't bear it no more.

For she is the Baboul Queen, and she's
Willing to make every man look grim
Compared to her beautiful hair
Boy it's nice, boy it's cool, boy she's got to take it off.

No matter who she kneels
She wants them at her heels
For boys like those cheap thrills
She's the fucky fucky sucky sucky tiger.

No matter who she kneels
She wants boys at her kneels
And for they pay her bills
She'll go for the classy Baboul Hair Cutting.

Somewhere, he's waiting scissors in his hands
For the girl who's got the golden classy hair
When she comes around she will be shaven
Her booty body beaten, that's the Baboul Hair's Cut!

No matter who she kneels
She wants them at her heels
For boys like those cheap thrills
She's the fucky fucky sucky sucky tiger.

No matter who she kneels
She wants boys at her kneels
And for they pay her bills
She'll go for the classy Baboul Hair Cutting.

Sylvain Rebut Minotti, Sebastien Devaud