Lyrics Michael Franks – In Search Of The Perfect Shampoo

I’ve squandered love as I’ve wandered
Lover to lover untrue
Cut flowers pink tile showers
Women I’ve counted like coups

You thrilled me
Walked right up to me
My follicles prayed it was true
Don’t panic, we’re pure organic
No more medicated goo
Now I’ve found me the perfect shampoo

And it’s you

So rub-a-dub, dub dub
Just you me in the tub
Gonna suds away all our troubles
In a million low pH bubbles
…

Hey, Daddy, how come you had me?
Where Mamas pajamas see-through?
You look great, Dad, in your P-38, Dad
Were you in love or just blue
Or in search of the perfect shampoo?