Pompadore

Well he's a mean mother fucker and he dresses like a trucker and he don't come from this land...
He keeps his hair piled high with a curl in the front  and plays the skins in this here band....
But there's one thing about'm that you really oughta know, cuz I'm tellin' all of y'all to beware...
You can punch him in the face, you can spray his eyes with mace but you better not fuck with his hair!

You better not fuck with the drummers hair!
I told you once before, Don't mess with is pompadore, NO!

Well You can kick him in the ass, you can siphon all his gas, you can through his drums up in the air...
Say stuff about his mom but he just stays calm, cuz you know he really doesn't care...
You can flick him in the ear, you can drink his last beer, and you know he wont even swear....
You can punch him in the face, you can spray his eyes with mace, but you better not fuck with his hair!

You better not fuck with the drummer's hair!
I told you once before.... Dont' mess with his pompadore, NO!