she grew up in an indiana town,
had a good strong razor, so it never was around
bit it grew up tall and it grew so thick
got her self another toy, bought an indiana Schick

well she waxed down at the age of 18
washed the hair away, it was the best that she'd been
temporary stuff, and the stubble was growin,
I said hey baby, let me go and start mowin'

last chance for hairy Jane
one more chance to clean it up again
I see shadow's creepin in, and I'm
tired of this lawn again

well I don't know, but I been told,
the hair gets thicker as you get old
tired of trimmi up, tired of cuttin down,
she tired herself, as she kept the forest down
oh my my, oh hell yes,
better down there than on your chest
buy me a drink, get me so loose,
then I won't smell that hair loss juice

last chance for hairy Jane
one more chance to clean it up again
I see shadow's creepin in, and I'm
tired of this lawn again

there's a barber down in market square
she's down there in her underwear
I'm lookin down from our hotel suite
the hair was down to her knees, her feet
oh my my, shave her back
start up the motor, and go weed whack
it was too thick it died, when he crossed it on her leg
and she prayed mama, for baldness I beg

last chance for hairy Jane
one more chance to clean it up again
I see shadow's creepin in, and I'm
tired of this lawn again