The Barber Songtext
von Tim Fite

Who puts the green in the grass?
Who put the cream in the calf?
Who put the clean in the bath?

Who puts the dies in the dust?
Who puts the lies in the lust?
Who put the flies in the fudge?

There′s a man in the larder, he's a barber.
He′s got pallor like powder in water.
He's hoping he'll introduce himself to your daughter.
He′s making water. He′s making water.

Who puts the ave- in your -nue?
Who puts the plat- in your -tude?
Who puts the res- in your -due?


Who puts the note in your bank?
Who puts the most in your tank?
Who puts the toast in your drank?

There's a man in the larder, he′s a barber.
He's got pallor like powder in water.
He′s hoping he'll introduce himself to your daughter.
He′s making water. Don't drink the water.

Who puts the dank in your dirt?
Who put the shank in your shirt?
The lank in your lurk?
(Nobody, no no no...)

Who puts the bang in your bucks?
The rain in your rugs?
The stain in your blood?
(I've got a stain.)


Well I do. I put it there. I put it all there.
And you ain′t seen nothin′ until you've seen what I saw there.
′Cuz I've seen nothin′, yeah I've seen nothin′.
All kinds of nothin' nothin' nothin′ I′ve seen nothin'.