|BIG WIG (Hair Hoppin' Baby)|
well my baby she's a bad girl, she never do what her daddy says she wears her skirt hiked up and her blouse cut down and ooh-poppa doo what she do with the hair on her head stacked up like the eiffel tower she pile it sky high like katmandu she's only five-foot-five but man alive with her beehive she's six-feet-two she got the big wig, big wig baby hair piled up to the sky big wig, hair-hoppin' baby whip cream, cotton candy and strawberry pie well the boss man's a hot potato, the biggest wig to the north or south he got a big house, big car, big wad of bills, a big cigar for his big fat mouth but at last year's christmas party, we had the pleasure to meet his wife lord she was six-foot and lean, big-leg and mean you never seen a bigger chandelier in all your life cuz she's a big wig... now won't you tell me baby how'd you get your hair so high? stratospherical and out of sight i'll hold the spray can steady, go on and get yourself ready cuz i'm gonna take you out tonight
and then we bounce baby bounce when the wig's in the house
everybody's goin' navajo
she's my hot hairistotle with her hand on the throttle
and we're stepping to the midnight show
cause she's a big wig...
|'Trevor and I went to see the Louis Prima documentary 'The Wildest' in DC, and we homaged the Prima style in this swing number. Trevor's been listening to Sam Butera Props to John Waters for showcasing Baltimore as the hair capital of the U.S.- Jersey's got nothin' on us!|