Mr. Weinstein's Barber Shop

Mr. Weinstein run the Barber shop on the corner of colonial & pine
 I went there for my very first haircut in 1959.
 I was three at the time
 Mr Weinstein pull the leather covered
 Backs on seat of the old barber chair.
 Gently lifted me up under the arms and set me way up high;
 And softly said, don't be scared.
 He then put a white towel around my neck
 And went to work with a scissor and a comb.
 He capped my baby hair off and give me
 A bowl you could see the skin of my dome.
 Oh mama cry when I got home
 The towel come smell like candy, the hair smell like rose
 The bathe room smell like bubble gum two or three above it snores.
 I can hear Mr Weinstein singing don't move when I use the sear
 Right here in the storm I got a collection of fidgety little boy's ear
 Electric clippers buzzing, scissors going snippety snip,
 And I never move once all the fallen hair tickle my hang upper
 And my dear dare Mr Weinstein you should cut it short on top
 I'll remember it all till the day I die Weinstein's Barber shop
 What I want was a moment to relive the past but that's not what I got
 Oh lord the corner of Colonial and pine was
 An empty parking lot Godforsaken alien spot
 Asked the man on the street where Mr Weinstein was he said,
 "Main and third that's where" I drove to
 Main and third no one there be, a cemetery there.
 Found his grave, said a prayer
 Electric clippers buzzing, scissors going snippety snip,
 And I never move once all the fallen hair tickle my hang upper neck
 And my dear dare Mr Weinstein you should cut it short on top
 I'll remember it all till the day I die Weinstein's Barber shop