Christine Lavin - Prisoners Of Their Hairdos Lyrics
What do Crystal Gayle Dorothy Hamill Don King Lyle Lovett and Gloria Steinem have in commonThey are Prisoners of Their HairdosPrisoners of Their HairIf they changed the way they combed their hairThey'd never be recognized anywhereThey're prisonersWhat do Stevie Nicks Leon Redbone Pee Wee Herman Tom Wolfe and Pope John Paul have in commonThey are prisoners of their wardrobesPrisoners of their clothesIf they changed the outfits that they wearNobody would stop and stareThey're prisonersIt's a little tragic, it's a little weirdZZ Top are prisoners of their beardsImagine them weightless in outerspaceBeards and shades flyin' all over the placeDon't worry, that'll never happen, except maybe in a music videoThere's a very fine lineBetween a groove and rutFine line between eccentricsAnd people who are just plain nutsAw but why should I concern myselfWith such superficial fare'Cause I'm a prisoner of these stupid thoughtsWhich is worse than being a prisoner of my haaaaair doI wonder if Crystal Gayle has ever had a bad dream about being trapped with Ted Koppel,and Mary Travers. Being chased by a wild pack of sissors toward a swimming pool filled withNair. Oh my gawd what a nightmare that would be for Crystal Gayle.Wake up Crystal Gayle.Wake up.Oh no, here comes Dolly Parton. What is she doing in this song?She's only a prisoner of a wig.Get out of here Dolly, you don't belong.No offense.Oh my goodness! It's the B-52's.They're not prisoners of
