Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
It's all your fault I've got a greasy man
Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
He loves you in a spray, a tube or can..

He takes you with him everywhere
And combs you through his auburn hair
With his muscly arm he makes the sweep real keen
He combs again to get you in
You spread right through like summer rain
But you're just another kind of goo, Brylcreme

He buys 2 tubs 'bout twice a week
There's nothing I can do to keep
From sighing when he uses you, Brylcreme

I really cannot understand
How hes so hooked on just your brand
He thinks you make him more of a man, Brylcreme

Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
It's all your fault I've got a greasy man
Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
He loves you in a spray, a tube or can..

He could have a choice of mousse
Or rinse his hair in lemon juice
You're the only one for him, Brylcreme

Now I've had this talk with you
Into the garbage you are through
I hope he doesnt discover you, Brylcreme

Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
It's all your fault I've got a greasy man
Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme, Brylcreme
He loves you in a spray, a tube or can..

Brylcreme.. (Brylcreme..)