Still day

Verse 1 At ten in the morning, the alarm clock woke me, My friends came by, as you can see. Grabbed a salad, sipped my coffee — and away we go, Called a carshare, off to the city, let’s go! Gathered the kids — and onward, at dawn’s first light, To the barber — that’s our little secret, all right. I’ve been buzzing everyone’s ears about him, you know: “His work’s pure art!” — I told them, “Wow!” Verse 2 Arrived in the city — hustle all around, But our goal’s clear, it’s always been found: To get a haircut, polish up the face, Look sharp and stylish, win the style race. The wait surpassed all our wildest dreams — We’re happy and content, no more worries, it seems. Headed home — what a wonderful day in store: We left as three old men and two kids at the door… Chorus This barber’s like Wolverine, it’s true, Scissors swiftly snip the curls — clean and new. Fixed the beard, brows like from a magazine, Sat down as monkeys, rose up as men! Verse 3 Came back — five handsome guys, take a look, Smiles on faces, hearts full of joy, no doubt. The day turned out amazing, bright and alive, Thank you, master — you’re our hero, thrive!