With Apologies to Mr Dylan

Sung to the tune of "My Back Pages"

Crimson cheeks and hair over my ears
And a bit too long, perhaps
Pounced with knotted hair in dreads
Using Google for my maps
"Gotta get my hair cut soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Cut out the dreads," I screamed
Now that hair is brown and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of Mouseketeers
Funicello deep, somehow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now

Guys' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing hairstyles
Of ancient history
Flung down by cool ecologists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now

A self-ordained hair dresser's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that a duck tails
Were just frivolity in school
"Frivolity," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now

Taking on Sampson's stance, I aimed my hand
At the Rastafari who teach
Feeling Ganja that brings me ecstasy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by root beer floats
Mellowness from stern to bow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now

Yes, my hair'll grow back and abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but my hair was longer then
It's shorter than that now