i've squandered love as i've wandered
lover to lover untrue
cut flowers pink tile showers
women i've counted like coups
been in search of the perfect shampoo
you thrilled me
walked right up to me
my follicles prayed it was true
don't panic
we're pure organic
no more medicated goo
now i've found me the perfect shampoo
and it's you
so rub-a-dub
dub dub
just you me in the tub
gonna suds away all our troubles
in a million low ph bubbles
hey
daddy
how come you had me?
where mamas pajamas see-through?
you look great
dad
in your p-38
dad
were you in love or just blue
or in search of the perfect shampoo?