| Em | A | |
| Mid-winters da | y, its cooold and I kn | ow for |
| Em | A | |
| certain when I | go outside my h | ead starts hurtin |
| Em | A | |
| Its a | winters day, and I k | now for |
| Em | A | |
| certain when I | go outside my hea | d starts hurtin |
| Em | A | |
| So I wr | ap it up in materials to | keep my |
| Em | |
| head from gettin cold | , Oh wrap it up in |
| A | |
| materials to | keep my head from gettin cold |
| Em | A | |
| nd I | said tell my friends when they ha | vekids |
| Em | A | |
| Ya I | said tell my friends when they h | ave kids |
| Em | |
| Im g'on | want that child to be a long |
| A | |
| haired child x4 |
| Em | A | |
| Oh I | go outside, and | mingle in the snow |
| Em | |
| My | head looks like a globe, aint no |
| A | Em | |
| hair on it at all! | Do I buy a wig? |
| A | Em | |
| Should I grow my beeard, and | comb it upwards |
| A | Em | |
| and a | round my ears? Well I | cant wait for |
| A | |
| the kids to come, I | cant wait for the kids |
| Em | |
| to come and say " | Hey babe, you g'on know |
| A | Em | |
| no barbershop." | 'Cause I w | ant... |
| A | |
| yeah, I w | ant... and I know for certain |
| Chorus |
| Em | A | |
| Itsno- | sugar-beer (???), baby thats for s | ure |
| Em | A | |
| when the s | torm hits my temple | , I wanna |
| Em | A | |
| rush home and put on the k | ettle now |
| Em | A | |
| and w | arm my little brain and bald | head |
| Em | A | |
| Im too | cold to know if Im alive or | dead |
| G | |
| But when my | baby slips out my mommas womb |
| C | |
| When my | baby slips out my mommas womb |
| D | |
| We're gonna | enter a new life, enter a new |
| G | Am | |
| life thats for | sure, Youre gonna | enter |
| G | |
| yourself back through your babys front | door |
| G | |
| Now if you | want that baby to be a long haired |
| C | |
| child, you g'on | make that baby be a long |
| D | |
| haired child thats for | sure, |
| G | |
| baby, baby, thats for | sure. |
| Then some shoo-bops switching from G to Am |