Nirvana. Floyd the Barber. Zeneszám

Bell on door ring; 'come on in'
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down in [the] chair, don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face

I was shaved
I was shamed
I was shamed

Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see, I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear the zip
Pee-Pee pressed against my lips

I was shamed
I was shaved
I was shamed

I sense others in the room
Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume
They take turns, they cut me up
I died smothered in Andy's Clutch

I was shamed
I was shamed
I was shaved