Floyd The Barber (Live At The Paramount)

Bell door on clanks, come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down chair don't be afraid Steamed hot towel on my face I was shaved I was shaved I was shaved Barney ties me to the chair I can't see I'm really scared Floyd breathes hard I hear a zip Pee pee pressed against my lips I was shaved I was shaved I was shaved I sense others in the room Opey, Aunt Bea, I presume They take turns and cut me up I died smothered in Andy's clutch I was shamed I was shamed I was shamed