At my hair You do totally stare The sculpture you can't believe Is totally there It may very well scare You with its flair It may be the answer To your prayer For some totally hair Do you dare Using your hands as a pair To totally grope My totally hair? Or are your supposed urges Just hot air? Would you rather sit idle On a lawn chair And on your laptop Play solitaire? You might call me a poor man, But to be fair With my hair like this, I feel like a millionaire And if I am someday A millionaire Beware not to mess With my totally hair