Straight from my dacha Now I’m running at 'cha Coming to the rescue Thinning out your hairdo
Cutting to the chase Always ready just in case The hairdresser in space And I cut your throat with grace
Come on let me trim ya Just in time for nastrovje Till I get them blisters Like the Scissor Sisters
Got my skill from babushka Leave you bald like matrushka Faster than a sputnik I cut your hair like … quick
Chekhov's pistol, how ‘bout his clippers? I’ll pistol-whip your do into zippers It seems to me that cooked is your goose So I’ll treat you nice, chill ya down with some mousse
If your hairday be bad I’ll cut you comrade Let me fix your dead-ends Trim you with my scissor hands
I’ll be your парикмахер Also dubbing as a fighter It’s not your hair I wanna dye So it’s time to say goodbye