Straight from my dacha
Now I’m running at 'cha
Coming to the rescue
Thinning out your hairdo
Cutting to the chase
Always ready just in case
The hairdresser in space
And I cut your throat with grace
Come on let me trim ya
Just in time for nastrovja
Till I get them blisters
Like the Scissor Sisters
Got my skill from babushka
Leave you bald like matrushka
Faster than a sputnik
I cut your hair like … quick
Chekhov's pistol, how ‘bout his clippers?
I’ll pistol-whip your do into zippers
It seems to me that cooked is your goose
So I’ll treat you nice, chill ya down with some moose
If your hairday be bad
I’ll cut you comrad
Let me fix your dead-ends
Trim you with my scissor hands
I’ll be your парикмахер
Also dubbing as a fighter
It’s not your hair I wanna dye
So it’s time to say goodbye
