Lynsey worked every other day
As a topless barber in Byron Bay
With flyposted adverts in factory loos
The men all came flocking, forming long queues
In the sweltering heat, hot under the collar
They didn't mind, paying top dollar
Anxiously waiting their turn in the chair
Most unconcerned about the cutting of hair
To a private room, where the Bruces would boak,
You see, Lynsey's no Sheila, he's a big sweaty bloke.
As a topless barber in Byron Bay
With flyposted adverts in factory loos
The men all came flocking, forming long queues
In the sweltering heat, hot under the collar
They didn't mind, paying top dollar
Anxiously waiting their turn in the chair
Most unconcerned about the cutting of hair
To a private room, where the Bruces would boak,
You see, Lynsey's no Sheila, he's a big sweaty bloke.
By Jonathan Dickie
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