In a cozy little shop on the corner of Main
Where the scissors snip and the razors reign
There's a man with a comb and a twinkle in his eye
He's the neighborhood barber, oh my, oh my!

Clip, clip, snip, snip, trim those locks away
The barber's hands dance, creating a new day
With tales of old and laughter in the air
He transforms our hair, with flair and care

His chair is a throne, worn but full of charm
As he spins it around, like a magic farm
He asks: How short today? With a knowing grin
And we surrender our tresses, ready to begin

His chair is a throne, worn but full of charm
As he spins it around, like a magic farm
He asks: How short today? With a knowing grin
And we surrender our tresses, ready to begin

Clip, clip, snip, snip, trim those locks away
The barber's hands dance, creating a new day
With tales of old and laughter in the air
He transforms our hair, with flair and care

He hums a tune, a melody from yesteryears
As he trims sideburns and conquers our fears
The mirror reflects our metamorphosis complete
From unruly chaos to a style so neat

Clip, clip, snip, snip, trim those locks away
The barber's hands dance, creating a new day
With tales of old and laughter in the air
He transforms our hair, with flair and care

He shares stories of sailors and their salty tales
Of love lost and found, and shipwrecks on distant trails
His scissors glide like ships on a calm sea
Crafting artistry in every snip, setting us free

He shares stories of sailors and their salty tales
Of love lost and found, and shipwrecks on distant trails
His scissors glide like ships on a calm sea
Crafting artistry in every snip, setting us free

Clip, clip, snip, snip, trim those locks away
The barber's hands dance, creating a new day
With tales of old and laughter in the air
He transforms our hair, with flair and care
Clip, clip, snip, snip, trim those locks away
The barber's hands dance, creating a new day

So here's to the barber, the artist of strands
Whose shop is a haven in this bustling land
He shapes our identity, one haircut at a time
A symphony of shears, a rhythm so sublime