Mr. Weinstein run the Barber shop on the corner of colonial & pine
I went there for my very first haircut in 1959.
I was three at the time
Mr Weinstein pull the leather covered
Backs on seat of the old barber chair.
Gently lifted me up under the arms and set me way up high;
And softly said, don't be scared.
He then put a white towel around my neck
And went to work with a scissor and a comb.
He capped my baby hair off and give me
A bowl you could see the skin of my dome.
Oh mama cry when I got home
The towel come smell like candy, the hair smell like rose
The bathe room smell like bubble gum two or three above it snores.
I can hear Mr Weinstein singing don't move when I use the sear
Right here in the storm I got a collection of fidgety little boy's ear
Electric clippers buzzing, scissors going snippety snip,
And I never move once all the fallen hair tickle my hang upper
And my dear dare Mr Weinstein you should cut it short on top
I'll remember it all till the day I die Weinstein's Barber shop
What I want was a moment to relive the past but that's not what I got
Oh lord the corner of Colonial and pine was
An empty parking lot Godforsaken alien spot
Asked the man on the street where Mr Weinstein was he said,
"Main and third that's where" I drove to
Main and third no one there be, a cemetery there.
Found his grave, said a prayer
Electric clippers buzzing, scissors going snippety snip,
And I never move once all the fallen hair tickle my hang upper neck
And my dear dare Mr Weinstein you should cut it short on top
I'll remember it all till the day I die Weinstein's Barber shop