where is your comb when you need it the most?
I kicked up my table and the stupid thing broke
don't tell me my hair's a stack of hay
don't tell me the hair gel's all away
and I can see plucks standing up

I head for the shop, just the wind on the blow
but toddlers they're scared of my coif a la troll
don't tell me the hair care's all sold out
I'm falling to pieces here and now
and I don't need your scorning looks

'cause

chorus:
it's a bad hair day
from front I'm a clown
It's like a war-zone when I turn around
you say it looks oke
you tell me a lie
suppressing your smile till you're splitting your sides
a bad hair day
my hair is catching flies
when I rub it back down it jumps back high
a bad hair day

a bad hair day

well, these little bluebirds are to stay
they sing and they nest in my weird mane
the eggs are almost hatching, oh

chorus

oh... bad hair day
seems like my hair has gone all frizz
and I'm wanting shepherd's shear
you might not get it back, you comb
that you loaned me disappeared
inside my hair

so where is the hairbrush when you need it the most?
oh, bad hair
I kicked up my table and the stupid thing broke

'cause it's a bad hair day
from front I'm a clown
it's like a war-zone when I turn around
you say it looks oke
you tell me a lie
suppressing your smile till your splitting your sides
a bad hair day
I see that you like
so I'll set the new trend, one MORE time
of bad hair day

a bad hair day(x6)