My hair’s the same, only the styles will change
Everyday it seems it’s washing away
The hair salon where the ladies are so old
Their hair’s all light
Time to make it bold

I'm a grandma, and my hair’s turning white
So I want it tinted and dyed
Want it tinted and dyed

Sometimes I sleep, in the middle of the day
And people I meet are getting balder everyday
Sometimes you tell the day
By the medicine you take
And when you lose your hair, all you get is fake

But I'm a grandma, and my hair’s turning white
So I want it (want it) tinted and dyed
I want it (want it!) tinted and dyed

Oh, tinted and dyed!

I'm a grandma, and my hair’s turning white
So I want it (want it) tinted and dyed
I want it (want it!) tinted and dyed

I walk these streets, I got the curlers in my hair
They’re big and cheap, I forgot I left them there
I am losing hair, and I’m shrinking small
I have to paint on eyebrows
‘Cause I plucked them all

I'm a grandma, and my hair’s turning white
So I want it (want it) tinted and dyed

I’m a grandma, and my hair might be fried
But I want it (want it) tinted and dyed

Tinted and dyed! (Tinted and dyed!)
Tinted and dyed!
Hair is fried! (hair is fried!)
Tinted and dyed!

Tinted and dyed, tinted and dyed!
Tinted and dyed, tinted and dyed...