Lyrics:
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
She comes in colors everywhere
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
She
On the fifth day of Christmas
We gave our loving dad
Five ivory combs
Four meerschaum pipes
Three golf clubs
Two silken scarves
And a most love lavender
She comes in colors everywhere
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
She comes
She comes in colors everywhere
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
She comes
tell you about her for you ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she dresses just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
you about her, for you ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
tell you about her for you ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she dresses just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
Melody Fair won't you comb your hair?
You can be beautiful too.
Melody Fair, remember you're only a woman.
Melody Fair, remember you're only a girl.
We all like to smoke
Comb smoke
Smoke until you're broke
Comb smoke
Comb smoke
Comb smoke
Comb smoke
Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
Go back home, bury my load
Yellow cat laying flat on the road
Been so long since I been gone
Ziplock bag holding my comb
Never comb your hair, sun-ny!
Leave the breez-es there, sun-ny!
Let your stock-ing fall down,
For shock-ing the town is all that you do.
Smil-ing
Never comb your hair, sun-ny!
Leave the breez-es there, sun-ny!
Let your stock-ing fall down,
For shock-ing the town is all that you do.
Smil-ing
Lend me your comb, it's time to go home
Gotta confess, my hair is a mess
Your mama will scold, your daddy will shout
As we come in, the way we
All those bugs
Buzzin' round
Well they fly in the air
And you comb your hair
And the summer time will make you itch the
Mosquito bites
All those bugs
Buzzin' round
Well they fly in the air
And you comb your hair
And the summer time will make you itch the
Mosquito bites
All those bugs
Buzzin' round
Well they fly in the air
And you comb your hair
And the summer time will make you itch the
Mosquito bites
Phono à pavillon
Sur mon phono, mon bon vieux phono
Petit, tu vois
Quand j'ai l' cœur gros, je mets un rouleau
Et je revois je r'vois Paulus, Mayol
Les
vieux
Phono à pavillon
Sur mon phono, mon bon vieux phono
Petit, tu vois
Quand j'ai l' cœur gros, je mets un rouleau
Et je revois je r'vois Paulus,
Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
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