Hairdresser On Fire

Here is London, giddy of London Is it home of the free, or what? Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary And psychologically save me? I've got faith in you I sense the power within the fingers Within an hour, the power could totally destroy me Or it could save my life Oh, here is London Home of the brash, outrageous and free You are repressed, but you're remarkably dressed Is it real? And you're always busy Really busy, busy, busy Oh, hairdresser on fire All around Sloane Square And you're just so busy, busy, busy Busy scissors Oh, hairdresser on fire (All of the day) Was a client, over-cautious He made you nervous And when he said, "I'm gonna sue you" Oh, I really felt for you (hmm) So can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary And supernaturally change me? Change me, change Oh, here in London Home of the brash, outrageous and free You are repressed, but you're remarkably dressed Is it real? And you're always busy Really busy, busy clippers Oh, hairdresser on fire All around Sloane Square And you're just too busy To see me, busy clippers Oh, hairdresser on fire All of the day