Combing My Hair In a Brand New Style

I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth
 Gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth
 Gonna comb out love
 Gonna comb out hate
 Gonna get me a new look and I can't wait
 I took a lethal dosage of dope in my youth
 Bit the hook of Jesus Oh! The terrible truth
 I swallowed it hard for a damn good while
 But now I'm combing my hair in a brand new style
 Combing my hair yeah
 Combing my hair yeah
 Combing my hair yeah
 Combing my hair in a brand new style
 I take a midnight stroll in a Love's supermarket
 I like passing the rows of candy for sale
 See the pale pretty girls in the magazines?
 Smiling at me like they know what I mean
 You take your candy dandy, your cheap girls ruthless!
 Soul suckers all gonna end up toothless!
 Gumming the truth of life's discount aisle
 Me I'm combing my hair in a brand new style
 He used a blue hair comb with a busted tooth
 To comb out the tangles of his messed up youth
 Returning in glory to the scene of his trial
 He was combing his hair in a brand new style
 Yeah the sorry story of his assorted crimes
 His tribulations, his suffering mind
 All wiped clean and left miles behind
 See him prowling the street?
 He got the mojo smile
 He's combing his hair in a brand new style
 I don't want no hoodoos, no voodoo gurus
 No spooked out priesty-beasty, no strippers with pasties
 Self-professed saviors of my soul
 No low-down top-secret CIA moles
 No crackpot psychopathic behavior specialists
 No shriners, no shiners, no decisive moment existentialists
 That's right, no vegetable, no mineral
 No institution gonna disrupt
 The constitution of my ingenious hairdo solution
 See I got my sly pomade, my jelly in a jar!
 Now don't you mistake me for no movie star
 'cause I'm just a humble jumble of God's crooked smile
 Did you check out my hair in the brand new style?