Hairdresser on Fire Lyrics

Here is London, giddy of London 
Is it home of the free - 
Or what ? 
Can you squeeze me 
Into an empty page of your diary 
And psychologically save me 
I've got faith in you 
I sense the power 
Within the fingers 
Within an hour the power 
Could totally destroy me 
(Or, it could save my life) 
Oh, here is London 
Home of the brash, outrageous and free 
You are repressed 
But you're remarkably dressed 
Is it Real ? 
And you're always busy 
Really busy 
Busy, busy 
Oh, hairdresser on fire 
All around Sloane Square 
And you're just so busy 
Busy, busy 
Busy scissors 
Oh, hairdresser on fire 
(Only the other day) 
Was a client, over-cautious 
He made you nervous 
And when he said 
I'm gonna sue you 
Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...
So can you squeeze me 
Into an empty page of your diary; 
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change 
Oh, here in London 
Home of the brash, outrageous and free 
You are repressed 
But you're remarkably dressed 
Is it Real ? 
And you're always busy 
Really busy 
Busy clippers 
Oh, hairdresser on fire 
All around Sloane Square 
And you're just too busy 
To see me 
Busy clippers 
Oh, hairdresser on fire 
(Only the other day)