Enter he with paperweight — a kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late
He says «Son don’t drag me drag me down down to the ground»
Now when he works he blazes trails
Of fine-tooth combs and ponytails
Enter he with paperweight — a kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late
He says «Son don’t drag me drag me down down to the ground»
Now when he works he blazes trails
Of fine-tooth combs and ponytails