If you hair, around you, refuses to behave,
And it has lost its once desireble shape.
Just give me the scissors, and sit right on down,
And, I promise not to cut off too much from your crown.

You just walk up to me, and sit right in my chair,
And I will promise to get the job done.
Crew, short, medium or long, I just should have told you right along--
You've got split ends.

If ends of your hair, curl up in an unusual way,
And people tell you your look is gay.
Just turn the corner, and you just ring that bell,
And I promise I will cut off all that hell.

(Repeat chorus except the last line)

People aught to know how to cut split ends, because other things won't help.
Not hair gel, not conditioner, not even hot rollers I am telling you,
Do not use them.

(Repeat chorus)

Girl you've got split ends, you've got split ends, ooooooh honey---
You've got split ends.