She asks me why, I'm just a hair-y guy.
I'm hair-y noon and night, Hair that's a fright.
I'm hair-y high and low, Don't ask me why, don't know.

It's not for lack of bread, Like the Grate-ful Dead.
Dar-lin',
give me a head with hair,__Long beau-ti-ful hair,__
Shin-ing, gleam-ing, steam-ing, flax-en, wax-en, 
Give me down to there hair, Shoul-der lenth or long-er,
Here, ba-by, there, mom-ma, ev-'ry-where, dad-dy, dad-dy,
Hair, hair,  hair, hair, hair, hair,  hair, hair, __hair.
Flow it, show it, long______as God can grow it, my_____hair.

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees, 
Give a home to the fleas__in my hair,
A home offleas,_(yeah) a hive for__bees, (yeah) a 
nest for birds, There ain't no words for the beau-ty,
the splen-dor, the won-der of my
Hair, hair,  hair, hair, hair, hair,  hair, hair, __hair.
Flow it, show it, long______as God can grow it, my_____hair.

I want it long,straight, cur-ly,fuz-zy, snag-gy, shag-gy, rat-ty, mat-ty,
oil-y, greas-y, fleec-y, shin-ing, gleam-ing, steam-ing, flax-en, wax-en,
knot-ted, pol-ka dot-ted, Twist-ed, bead-ed, braid-ed, pow-dered,
flow-ered, and con-fet-tied, ban-gled, tan-gled, span-gled and spa-ghet-tied.

They'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my to-ga,
My to-ga made of blond,__bril-liant-ined, bib-li-cal hair.
My hair like Je-sus wore it, Hal-le- lu-jah, I a-dore it,
Hal-le-lu-jah;Ma-ry loved her son,  why don't my moth-er love me?

Hair, hair,  hair, hair, hair, hair,  hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long___as God can grow it, my__
Hair_____Flow it,    Show it,  long___as God can grow it, my__Hair.
Hair_____Flow it,    Show it,  long___as God can grow it, my__Hair.

Words by James Rado Gerome Ragni
Music by Gail MacDermot