[four-part harmony: "Mou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ousse. . . ."]

Slicked-curl surger, spit-curled hon,
Your part never comes undone.
Do you mousse it, do you, surger girl?

Slicked-curl surger girl, my lick-curls surger girl.

I have wanked to your coiffure;
Strands I'd straighten with tonsure.
Would you brush it, dude-mousse, surger girl?

Surger girl, surging curl.

[four-part blow-dryer harmony]

We could write a surge-boost letter
While my chub would grow.
But my woody, you won't take it,
'cause a pair you'd grow.

Oh! My wife once stayed with you.
Did you make her sheen hairdo?
Did you brush it, did you surge her curls?

Surger girl, wife's got a surging curl,
Gel.
Surger girl, wife sure seems less a girl,
Gel.
Surger girl, wife's surly. . .I unfurl,
Gel.
Surger girl, wife surges for girls' curls.