Haircut ordeal

The day has come let’s go up the shop
Look at your hair it’s ready to chop.

No mum no I don’t want to go
I’ll scream and I’ll kick, I’ll hit and I’ll throw.

Do as your told and get out of that door
Hurry up, I wont tell you no more.

It’s no good you crying it’s got to be done
Come back here stop trying to run.

Here at last that was a trial
I thought for a moment we’d travelled a mile.

Is that panic I hear inside
Why is the hairdresser trying to hide.

Don’t you worry, he’ll be a good boy
He knows if he’s good I’ll buy him a toy.

No I won’t I’ll scream and I’ll kick
I’ll get myself hot and I’ll make myself sick.

Be a good boy and sit in the chair
No I wont, don’t cut my hair.

Let him sit on your lap perhaps he’ll behave.
No I wont I’ll rant and I’ll rave.

The men sitting round all give their advice
If he were mine he’d go in a vice.

If I were you I’d give him a smack
You can’t do that he’d never come back.

The battle is on my face has turned red
Give him a sweet another man said.

Sweat is pouring off of my brow
I’ve got to keep him on my lap somehow.

It’s no good he’s slithered down through the chair
But the hairdresser’s managed to cut his hair.

The battle is over at last it is done
Through all the mess the hairdresser won.

As I pay a large tip we go out the door
And I say to myself no never no more.

He tugs at my dress and he says to me mum
can we come back soon co’s that good fun,