Each and every time I run my fingers through my hair
All at once there’s this disgusting white stuff everywhere
I gots it all over my clothes and all over my shoes
Nothing much that I can do but sing the Dandruff Blues
I’ve heard a tale, however, that there’s something I could do
Allegedly there is a cure; an antidote shampoo!
But I haven’t gots no money ’cause I spends them all on booze!
So there's nothing much that I can do but sing the Dandruff Blues
And now, 'cause flazz is jazz: