All You Have To Do Is Trim
Tri-i-i-m, trim, trim, trim
Tri-i-i-m, trim, trim, trim
When I need you, oils and balms,
Whenever I feel false alarms
On any bad hair day
All you have to do is tri-i-i-im
Trim, cream, trim
Of course I’m blue, and on the right
But I need you to quell the spite
Whatever my hairdo
All you have to do is tri-i-i-im
The Queen will understand
You’re David’s scissorhands
Get you any gong for free
No-one should be called
Well bald
That’s the job you do-o for me
I need your snip, your cunning comb
Your steady clip around my dome
Something for the weekend
All you have to do is tri-i-i-im
Trim, cream, trim
Yes it is a scam
But it pleases Sam
Doesn’t scare the crowds away
Any stubble is
Your biz
No-one loves a beard today
You make me slick, and spick and spry
And slightly wet and not too dry
You’re clever with razors
All you have to do is trim
Tri-i-i-m,
Trim, trim, trim, trim
Tri-i-i-m, trim, trim, trim
Trim
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