I put my head on a watermelon stand An old lady put it on the scale She looked like my grandma The salesman said, “Do you want me to cut it” She said, "I live close by if it isn't fresh I can return it" She knocked on my forehead, and handed me to her ten-year-old grandson He knocked on it again, harking patiently Despite all the juices, he shouted “It’s off” So I had my head replaced with a bigger one And I survived another day I gave my head to the lady in the hair salon Sh
