Haircut Sphinx drinks and drinks
Her baby is wild
He’s an only child

Back of the wig shop
We dig the real thing
Growing out

Haircut Sphinx drinks and drinks
Drinks, drinks, drinks
Her baby is wild
Well, now, he’s an only child

I turn it on
Watch the brains fall out
Where the target is tender
Saturn’s ring around your finger

It’s on you
You have the rare hair and the golden feathers
Of the Haircut Sphinx
Your stare is the strangeness
And the threat of the blue Nile
Everywhere you blow the winds of change