Lyrics of Beautician blues

I met a fine beautician
In a very fine condition
She was long and lean
And you know what that means

She's a good lovin' mama
A hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money
I don't have to worry about a thing

She works hard all day
Dressin' hair, man, you can bet
I want to get somewhere
With my good lovin' mama

My hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money
I don't have to worry about a thing

I meet the finest woman
From everywhere because my baby
Dress their hair, i'll be her lover, boy

She treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money
Don't have to worry about a thing

Yes, she keeps her hair
So neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine
I'll be her lover, boy

I'll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money
Don't have to worry about a thing