Well
I opened my locker
In cell block number five
This school is a prison tryina
Take me alive
As I pulled out my comb
All the squares and chicks stared
And I
Ran my ace through my greasy black hair
I had a switchblade
(Switchblade)
A Switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)
Well I had a switchblade baby
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)
Well
I took my first class
I smoked a Luck on the throne
I took a nap in History
I dreamed of my silver tone
I worked on a Ford during lunch
To get ready for the race
And I checked my reflection
To make sure every strand was in place
I had a switchblade
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)
Well I had a switchblade baby
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
That Friday night descended
Man and all the cats were high
A hears fell upon the place
As the race was mine
We won they lost a rumble
And soon my sweat all poised and hate
You shoulda
Seen me in the moonlight
My hair looked fucking great
I had a switchblade
(Switchblade)
A Switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)
Well I had a switchblade baby
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
So pile it up and work it in
Hair products can help
Better Livin through chemicals
Than the modern 80's felt
Try Dixie Peach or Royal Crown
Whatever works for your
Big tall greasy switchblade pompadour
Well I had a switchblade
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)
Well I had a switchblade baby
(Switchblade)
A switchblade pompadour
(Switchblade)