Wasted Youth Floyd The Barber
Bell on the door ring,come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down in the chair don't be afraid
Steaming towel wrapped around my face
I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed
Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard I hear a zip
Pp pressed against my lips
I was shamed
I was shamed
I was shamed
I sense others in the room
Opie Aunt Bea I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I die smothered in Andy's clutch
I was shamed
I was shamed
I was shamed
