Verse 1 I woke up this morning and sat up in bed,
With something itching at the back of my head.
This follicle invasion's
Gonna give my mother apoplectic fits.
But she's gonna have to get used to it,
Her pride and joy has caught a dose of nits.
Verse 2 I'm led to the bathroom, and thrown in the shower.
I'm not allowed out for at least three-quarters of an hour.
She scrubs and scrubs and scrubs
Until my head feels like she's ripped it to bits,
'Cause she's mortified that anyone
Would know her little baby's got nits.
Verse 3 I'm pulled to the bedroom, still soaked to the bone.
Then the woman who's s'posed to love me
Produces the comb!
She's scraping like a soul possessed,
Like a demon at the end of her wits.
And she'll never rest in peace until
The apple of her eye is free from nits.
(Guitar solo, during which a giant nit-comb, with the neck of a guitar, is brandished in true rock-star style!)
Verse 4 At school Monday morning, the parents are at the gates,
And a look of horror's spreading right across her face.
'Cause according to the tittle-tattle
Our family is considered 'the pits'.
I've started an epidemic,
I've gone and given everybody nits!
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Verse 1 I woke up this morning and sat up in bed,
With something itching at the back of my head.
This follicle invasion's
Gonna give my mother apoplectic fits.
But she's gonna have to get used to it,
Her pride and joy has caught a dose of nits.
Verse 2 I'm led to the bathroom, and thrown in the shower.
I'm not allowed out for at least three-quarters of an hour.
She scrubs and scrubs and scrubs
Until my head feels like she's ripped it to bits,
'Cause she's mortified that anyone
Would know her little baby's got nits.
Verse 3 I'm pulled to the bedroom, still soaked to the bone.
Then the woman who's s'posed to love me
Produces the comb!
She's scraping like a soul possessed,
Like a demon at the end of her wits.
And she'll never rest in peace until
The apple of her eye is free from nits.
(Guitar solo, during which a giant nit-comb, with the neck of a guitar, is brandished in true rock-star style!)
Verse 4 At school Monday morning, the parents are at the gates,
And a look of horror's spreading right across her face.
'Cause according to the tittle-tattle
Our family is considered 'the pits'.
I've started an epidemic,
I've gone and given everybody nits!
With something itching at the back of my head.
This follicle invasion's
Gonna give my mother apoplectic fits.
But she's gonna have to get used to it,
Her pride and joy has caught a dose of nits.
Verse 2 I'm led to the bathroom, and thrown in the shower.
I'm not allowed out for at least three-quarters of an hour.
She scrubs and scrubs and scrubs
Until my head feels like she's ripped it to bits,
'Cause she's mortified that anyone
Would know her little baby's got nits.
Verse 3 I'm pulled to the bedroom, still soaked to the bone.
Then the woman who's s'posed to love me
Produces the comb!
She's scraping like a soul possessed,
Like a demon at the end of her wits.
And she'll never rest in peace until
The apple of her eye is free from nits.
(Guitar solo, during which a giant nit-comb, with the neck of a guitar, is brandished in true rock-star style!)
Verse 4 At school Monday morning, the parents are at the gates,
And a look of horror's spreading right across her face.
'Cause according to the tittle-tattle
Our family is considered 'the pits'.
I've started an epidemic,
I've gone and given everybody nits!
Writer: Andrew Oxspring
Copyright: Lyrics © Edgy Productions Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Edgy Productions Ltd